Which is the merriest place to love,
Whether it be for a day or year,
Where we can slip, like a cast-off glove.
The care that hovers our world above?
Come, and be taught upon Brighton Pier!
Wandering waves on the shingle dash;
The sky's too blue for a thoughtless tear;
Danger is nothing but pessimist trash,
And the morning's made for a healthy splash
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,
But love must win upon Brighton Pier!
Lazily lost in a dream we sit—
Maidens' eyes are a waveless mere—
There's many a vow when seagulls flit,
And many a sigh when lamps are lit,
And many a kiss, upon Brighton Pier.
Dear old friends of the days long fled.
Why did you vanish and leave me here?
Girls are marrying[…]