For the record, here is the full original text. The song was written by John A Glover-Kind, who also wrote the tune.

Everyone delights to spend their summer holiday
Down beside the side of the silvery sea.
I'm no exception to the rule, in fact, if I'd my way,
I'd reside by the side of the silvery sea.
But when you're just the common or garden Smith or Jones or Brown,
At business up in town,
You've got to settle down.
You save up all the money you can till summer comes around,
Then away you go,
To a spot you know,
Where the cockle shells are found.

"Oh, I do like to be beside the seaside,
I do like to be beside the sea,
I do like to stroll upon the prom, prom, prom,
Where the brass bands play tiddely-om-pom-pom!
So just let me be beside the seaside,
I'll be beide myself with glee;
And there's lots of girls beside
I sould like to be beside,
Beside the seaside, beside he sea."

Timothy went to Blackpool for the day last Eastertide.
To see what he could see by the side of the sea;
Soon as he reached the station there, the first thing he espied
Was the Wine Lodge door stood open invitingly.
To quench his thirst, he toddled inside, and called out for a "wine",
Which grew to eight or nine,
Til his nose began to shine.
Said he, "What people see in the sea I'm sure I fail to see!"
So he caught the train
Back home again
Then to his wife, said he:

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William Sykes the burglar, he'd been out to work one night,
Filled his bag with jewels, cash and plate.
Constable Brown flet quite surprised when William hove in sight,
Said he: "The hours you're keeping are far too late."
So he grabbed him by the collar and lodged him safe and sound in jail.
Next morning looking pale,
Bill told a tearful tale.
The judge said, "For a couple of months I'm sending you away!"
Said Bill, "How kind!
Well if you don't mind
Where I spend my holiday:

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