Come for a header from Brighton Pier!
Filled with life, see the children race,
Motherly hearts they quake with fear,
Meeting the breezes face to face!
Whether we’re steady or “go the pace,”
Let us be young upon Brighton Pier!
Here she comes with her love-lit eyes,
Hearts will throb when a darling’s near;
Would it be well to avoid her—wise?
Every fool in the wide world tries,