|OH I DO LIKE TO BE BESIDE THE SEASIDE
|Everyone delights to spend their summer 'oliday|
Down beside the side of the silvery sea.
I'm no exception to the rule;
In fact, if I'd me way,
I'd be beside the side of the silvery sea.
But when you've just a couple of bob,
And are Smith, or Jones, or Brown,
Have business up in town,
And want to settle down,
You save up all your money
And your guvner comes around;
And away you go,
To a place you know,
Where the cockel shells are found ---
Oh! I do like to be beside the seaside!
I do like to be beside the sea.
I do like to walk along the prom, prom, prom.
Hear the brass bands play, "Tiddle-e-om-pom-pom"!
Oh! I do like to be beside the seaside,
Right beside the side of the silvery sea.
Oh! there's nothing else beside
That I like to be beside,
Beside the seaside,
Beside the sea!