THE SEASIDE SULTAN
 
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There's a King who reigns by the gay sea-shore
And a mighty King is he. In the season by the sea
You're sure to find him strolling, he's a flannelled fool
From an office stool, who should be at school
Instead of showing off his graces with his Panama
And with his cheap cigar
Down by the sea he spends his days, that's all he's got to spend
He's always on the frivol with a frock or frill
He's guaranteed to make the ladies hearts stand still.

Chorus: He is the seaside Sultan, he's the Monarch of the Pier
Of the Promenade he's Shah, of the beach he is the Czar
All the ladies in his company will lurk
It's an awful blow when he's got to go
Back to work.


There's a King who reigns by the gay sea-shore
And a mighty King is he, and each Duchess he will see
He's sure to leave his heart to,
He will promenade will this 'picture card'
With all the girls he's starred his smile and style are so alluring
For he holds his sway all through his holiday
That merry little fortnight that he spends down by the sea
He's chummy with the very best of Royalty
Who're royal only once a year, the same as he.

Chorus:

There's a King who reigns by the gay sea-shore
And a mighty King is he, he will always talk so pompously
Of his motors and his racers,
He will say, 'What, what, you ought to see my yacht,
I'm sure to win that 'pot', I don't care for Tommy Lipton.'
Then he'll, may be, find that there's a crowd behind
That is staring at an accident that's happened to his pants
'What are the wild waves saying?' I have heard folks shout
The waves don't get a chance to speak while he's about.

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Performed by Vesta Tilley (1864-1952)
 
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