From "The Seaside Tattler and Waterloo Cracker" of 1859

When the sun with sultry heat
Burns the bricks and bakes the street
How I long thy sands to view-
Waterloo!

Others in the stifling town
Gulp gin-slings and cock-tails down
I such fatal draughts eschew-
Waterloo!

But I see thy smiling shore
Where in many circles soar
Albatross and wild sea-mew-
Waterloo!

Then before me, schooners, brigs
Steamers, sloops - all sorts of rigs -
Pass in panoramic view-
Waterloo!

While in nearer prospect seen
Gorgeous groups of crinoline
Spifflicate me through and through-
Waterloo!

Senseless critics, with a frown,
Stigmitise thy green as brown
I can vaunt thy ether blue-
Waterloo!

What a contrast is thy shore
To the city's fiendish roar,
With its wild hullabaloo-
Waterloo!

Where pedestrians, cabs and drags
Throng the roads or muddy flags
With a roving, restless crew-
Waterloo!

When amid the hours of night
Nature's self puts out the light
Vainly sweet repose I woo-
Waterloo!

Evening oysters, morning chips
Hoarsley bawled from senator lips
Make sweet sleep a bug-a-boo-
Waterloo!

Ah, how different the scene
When within thy haunts serene
I can taste Elysium true-
Waterloo!

Wrapped in peaceful slumber deep
No peeler makes my flesh to creep
No-nothing breaks my balmy snooze-
Waterlooze!