There's a famous seaside place called Blackpool, That's noted for fresh air and fun.

A grand little lad was young Albert, All dressed in his best; quite a swell With a stick with an 'orse's 'ead 'andle, The finest that Woolworth's could sell.

They didn't think much to the Ocean: The waves, they was fiddlin' and small, There was no wrecks and nobody drownded, Fact, nothing to laugh at at all.

Then Pa, who had seen the occurrence, And didn't know what to do next, Said 'Mother! Yon Lion's 'et Albert,' And Mother said 'Well, I am vexed!'