Hail, men-o’-war’s men—safeguards of your nation,
Here is an end, at last, of all privation;
You’ve got your pay—spare all you can afford
To welcome Little Buttercup on board.
Aria.
For I’m called Little Buttercup, dear Little Buttercup,
Though I could never tell why,
But still I’m called Buttercup, poor Little Buttercup,
Sweet Little Buttercup, I.
I’ve snuff, and tobaccy, and excellent jacky;