If life's sad burden you would lighten—
Run quick away from London fogs
And call in cheerful Doctor Brighton!
Good Doctor Brighton, a mighty magician is,
See him at once, howe'er bad you may be!
Take his advice—there no better physician is—
Naught is his physic but Sunshine and Sea!
Come down at once then! Leave London in hazy time,
Leave it enshrouded in yellow and brown!