Ride a cockhorse to Brighton resort
to meet a fine lass all men want to court.
With rings on her fingers, and bells in her hair,
she rides side-saddle on a snow white mare.
She plays soft drums with wee feet and toes,
so her music rings out wherever she goes.
Her voice enchants, her fingers pluck strings,
and the people all round join in as she sings.
Before you go, please listen to reason,
learn and avoid when her mare's in season.
A rampart cockhorse can answer no rein;
he'd sow wild oats, and you would profane!