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ACT I SCENE-Quarter-deck of H.M.S. Pinafore. Sailors, led by BOATSWAIN, discovered cleaning brasswork, splicing rope, etc. CHORUS We sail the ocean blue, And our saucy ship’s a beauty; We’re sober men and true, And attentive to our duty. When the balls whistle free O’er the bright blue sea, We stand to our guns all day; When at anchor we ride On the Portsmouth tide, We have plenty of time to play. Enter LITTLE BUTTERCUP, with large basket on her arm RECITATIVE Hail, men-o’-war’s men-safeguards of your nation Here is an end, at last, of all privation; You’ve got your play-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, I’ve scissors, and watches, and knives I’ve ribbons and laces to set off the faces Of pretty young sweethearts and wives. I’ve treacle and toffee, I’ve tea and I’ve coffee, Soft tommy and succulent chops; I’ve chickens and conies, and pretty polonies, And excellent peppermint drops. Then buy of your Buttercup-dear Little Buttercup;
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