At Old Point Comfort.

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.