Going to the Hop this Evening
Copyright, 1881, by J. W. Pepper. All rights reserved.
Down at Long Branch, where the splash of the waves
Like music sweet falls on the ear;
To the shore by the sea, in Summer time go,
'Mong the young folks these words you will hear:
Are you going to the hop this evening?
Not this evening, not this evening;
Did you say that you'd not go this evening?
Not this evening; good evening, good evening.
Memory oft wanders to scenes at the sea-side,
And fancies oft funny thoughts weave.
Again I hear some familiar voice ask:
Are you going to the hop, dear, this eve?-Chorus.
If you've been parted from friends and some dear ones.
And the meeting, the first one in tear,
Takes place at the sea-shore, don't be disappointed
If these are the first words you hear:-Chorus.