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!
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