On the summer shore, where the breakers roar Lovers sat on the glist'ning sand And they talked of love while the moon above And the stars seemed to understand Then she grew more cold, and he grew more bold Till she tho't that they had better go But altho' he heard, he not even stirred Only murmured in tones soft and low Cuddle up a little closer, lovey mine Cuddle up and be my little clinging vine Like to feel your cheek so rosy Like to make you comfy, cozy 'Cause I love from head to toesie, lovey mine Then she deigned to rest on his manly chest Her dear head with its flowing curls And she said, "I'd stay on this lap for aye How I envy the Capland girls!" For Miss Esquimaux, 'mid the ice and snow Has no steam-heat when he comes to call Not a single glim, so it's up to him To whisper in summer or fall Cuddle up a little closer, lovey mine Cuddle up and be my little clinging vine Like to feel your cheek so rosy Like to make you comfy, cozy 'Cause I love from head to toesie, lovey mine