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Gilbert And Sullivan
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Hail! Men-O'-Wars'-Men
(Enter little Buttercup, with large basket on her arm.)
Buttercup. (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 Buttercup on board.
ARIA
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; Sailors should never be shy; So, buy of your Buttercup — poor Little Buttercup; Come, of your Buttercup buy!
DIALOGUE
Boatswain. Aye, Little Buttercup — and well called — for you're the rosiest, the roundest, and the reddest beauty in all Spithead.
Buttercup. Red, am I? and round — and rosy! Maybe, for I have dissembled well! But hark ye, my merry friend — hast ever thought that beneath a gay and frivolous exterior there may lurk a canker-worm which is slowly but surely eating its way into one's very heart?
Boatswain. No, my lass, I can't say I've ever thought that.
(Enter Dick Deadeye. He pushes through sailors, and comes down.)
Dick. I have thought it often. (All recoil from him.)
Buttercup. Yes, you look like it! What's the matter with the man? Isn't he well?
Boatswain. Don't take no heed of him; that's only poor Dick Deadeye. 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網
Dick. I say — it's a beast of a name, ain't it — Dick Deadeye?
Buttercup. It's not a nice name.
Dick. I'm ugly too, ain't I?
Buttercup. You are certainly plain.
Dick. And I'm three-cornered too, ain't I?
Buttercup. You are rather triangular.
Dick. Ha! ha! That's it. I'm ugly, and they hate me for it; for you all hate me, don't you?
All. We do!
Dick. There!
Boatswain. Well, Dick, we wouldn't go for to hurt any fellow-creature's feelings, but you can't expect a chap with such a name as Dick Deadeye to be a popular character — now can you?
Dick. No.
Boatswain. It's asking too much, ain't it?
Dick. It is. From such a face and form as mine the noblest sentiments sound like the black utterances of a depraved imagination. It is human nature — I am resigned.
Buttercup. (recit.) But, tell me — who's the youth whose faltering feet With difficulty bear him on his course?
Boatswain. (recit.) That is the smartest lad in all the fleet — Ralph Rackstraw!
Buttercup. (recit.) Ralph! That name! Remorse! remorse!
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