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;