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We sail the ocean blue and our saucy ship's a beauty |
I'm called Little Buttercup (Little Buttercup) |
The Nightingale sighed for the moon's bright ray (Ralph Rackstraw) |
No, no, captains' daughters don't marry foremast hands (Dick Deadeye) |
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Sorry her lot who loves too well (Josephine) |
Sailors sprightly always rightly welcome ladies so politely |
I am the monarch of the sea (Sir Joseph Porter KCB) |
And so do his sisters, and his cousins, and his Aunts (Hebe with Sir Joseph) |
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A British tar is a soaring soul (Boatswain, Ralph and Carpenter) |
Fair moon, to thee I sing (Captain Corcoran) |
Never mind the why and wherefore |
The finale |