American Old Time Song Lyrics: 36 Little Buttercup
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 36
Hail men-o'-war's men, safeguard's 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.
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 jackey,
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 taffy and excellent coffee,
Soft tommy and succulent chops;
I've chickens and comes and pretty polonies,
And excellent peppermint drops.
Then bny of your Buttercup, dear little Buttercup,
Sailors should never be shy;
So buy of your Buttercup, poor little Buttercup,
Come, of your Buttercup buy!