I'm Called Little b***ercup Lyrics

b***ercup. (recit.)
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 b***ercup on board.
ARIA

I'm called Little b***ercup - dear Little b***ercup,
Though I could never tell why,
But still I'm called b***ercup - poor little b***ercup,
Sweet Little b***ercup 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 b***ercup - dear Little b***ercup;
Sailors should never be shy;
So, buy of your b***ercup - poor Little b***ercup;
Come, of your b***ercup buy!