Chorus—For there's sure to be one at the Sea-side! &c.
Eighth Verse.
If the weather gets no calmer, you can patronise the dramer,
Where the leading lady charmer is a chit of forty-four;
And a duty none would skirk is to attend the strolling circus,
For they'd all be in the workhouse, should their antics cease to dror!
Chorus—And they're part of the joys of the Sea-side! &c.
Encore Verse (to be used only in case of emergency).
Well, I reelly must be gowing—I've just time to make my bow in—
But I thank you for allowing me to patter on so long.
And if, like me, you're pining for the breezes there's some brine in,
Why, I'll trouble you to jine in with the chorus to my song!
Chorus (all together)—Oh, we're offully fond of the Sea-side! &c.
