On the Sands (To Brighton, one Sunday)

To Brighton one Sunday I went by train
Two_and_sixpence¹ there and back again
To the sands, to the sands
My Mary sported a new crinoline¹
and magenta stockings Oh so fine
On the sands, on the sands
How they quizzed² my Mary oh heigho
Her tiny foot with patent boot
How they quizzed my Mary

The sea breeze created an appetite
So we spread a napkin clean and white
On the sands, on the sands
With sausage cold and bread and cheese
Our appetites soon did appease
On the sands, on the sands
How they quizzed &c

My Mary eager for a dip
In a machine¹ she went to strip
On the sands, on the sands
Some gentlemen cried, Oh don't you see
A mermaid rising from the sea
Near the sands, near the sands
How they quizzed my Mary oh heigho
Her flowing hair like a mermaid fair
How they quizzed my Mary

The dip gave her an appetite
And she stow'd away such a precious sight
On the sands on the sands
Some Old_Tom¹ she had neat
Which made her unsteady on her feet
On the sands, on the sands
How they quizzed my Mary oh heigho
Drop'd on the sand she couldn't stand
Oh how I blushed for Mary.

I went for a cab to take her home
When I came back up and down did roam
On the sands, on the sands
Not a vestige of Mary could I see
She'd bolted with another instead of me
From the sands, from the sands
How they liked my Mary Oh heigho
Heartlessly she cut from me
Oh Faithless lushy Mary

Her description and a reward I'll give
If you'll tell me where the bloak¹ do live
In the land, in the land
She's passing fine, aged twenty-nine
With magenta stockings and her crinoline
So grand, so grand
Now that's the cut of Mary Oh heigho
Go mad I shall they've prig'd¹ my gal
My faithless, lushy¹, Mary