![]() ![]() No, no, captains' daughters don't marry foremast hands.īOAT. Ah, my poor lad, you've climbed too high: our worthy captain's child won't have nothin' to say to a poor chap like you. (aside) Yes, yes, the lass is much above his station!īOAT. (aside) He loves – and loves a lass above his station!ĪLL. I love – and love, alas, above my station!īUT. When we have pain and sorrow too before us! That is the smartest lad in all the fleet – It is human nature – I am resigned.īut, tell me - who's the youth whose faltering feetīOAT. From such a face and form as mine the noblest sentiments sound like the black utterances of a depraved imagination. 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?ĭICK. I'm ugly, and they hate me for it for you all hate me, don't you?īOAT. And I'm three-cornered too, ain't I?ĭICK. I say – it's a beast of a name, ain't it – Dick Deadeye?ĭICK. Don't take no heed of him that's only poor Dick Deadeye.ĭICK. Yes, you look like it! What's the matter with the man? Isn't he well?īOAT. He pushes through sailors, and comes down.ĭICK. No, my lass, I can't say I've ever thought that.Įnter Dick Deadeye. ![]() 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?īOAT. Aye, Little Buttercup – and well called – for you're the rosiest, the roundest, and the reddest beauty in all Spithead.īUT. So, buy of your Buttercup – poor Little Buttercup īOAT. Then buy of your Buttercup – dear Little Buttercup I've chickens and conies, and pretty polonies, I've treacle and toffee, I've tea and I've coffee, I've ribbons and laces to set off the faces I've snuff and tobaccy, and excellent jacky, You've got your pay – spare all you can affordįor I'm called Little Buttercup – dear Little Buttercup,īut still I'm called Buttercup – poor little Buttercup, Here is an end, at last, of all privation Hail, men-o'-war's men – safeguards of your nation! Sailors, led by Boatswain, discovered cleaning brasswork, splicing rope, etc.Įnter Little Buttercup, with large basket on her arm. Finale: "Oh joy, oh rapture unforeseen!"."A many years ago" (Buttercup and Chorus)."Carefully on tiptoe stealing" (Soli and Chorus)."Kind Captain, I've important information" (Captain and Dick Deadeye)."Never mind the why and wherefore" (Josephine, Captain, and Sir Joseph)."Things are seldom what they seem" (Buttercup and Captain Corcoran)."Fair moon, to thee I sing" (Captain Corcoran).Finale, Act I: "Can I survive this overbearing?"."Refrain, audacious tar" (Josephine and Ralph)."A British tar" (Ralph, Boatswain, Carpenter's Mate, and Chorus of Sailors)."For I hold that on the sea" (Sir Joseph, Cousin Hebe, and Chorus)."When I was a lad" (Sir Joseph and Chorus)."Now give three cheers" (Captain Corcoran, Sir Joseph, Cousin Hebe, and Chorus)."Sir Joseph's barge is seen" (Chorus of Sailors and Female Relatives)."Over the bright blue sea" (Chorus of Female Relatives)."Sorry her lot who loves too well" (Josephine)."Sir, you are sad" (Buttercup and Captain Corcoran)."My gallant crew, good morning" (Captain Corcoran and Chorus of Sailors)."A maiden fair to see" (Ralph and Chorus of Sailors)."The nightingale" (Ralph and Chorus of Sailors). ![]() ![]()
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