You don't think of dresses, or ducats, or dukes;

You don't care for chaperone's rigid rebukes;

It's just simply grand,

To lie there on the sand,

Down at the beach,—

If a man's within reach.

Some like the moonlight and some like the sun,

Some flirt in earnest and some flirt in fun;

It's worth all the rash,

Reckless spending of cash,

All the dresses you spoil,

All the tempers you roil,

Down at the beach,—

If a man's within reach.

It's better than sleigh-rides, cotillons, or teas,

It makes the dull Patriarch's knickerbocked knees

Shake in the dance,

And then one has a chance,

If one's pretty and smart,

With a tongue not too tart,

Of presenting papaw

With a new son-in-law,

Down at the beach,—

If a man's within reach.