SIR JOSEPH PORTER, K.C.B.: I am the monarch of the Sea,The ruler of the Queen\'s Navee,--When at anchor here I ride,My bosom swells with pride,And I snap my fingers at a foeman\'s taunts. COUSIN HEBE:And so do his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts His sisters and his cousins!Whom he reckons by the dozens,And his aunts! RALPH RACKSTRAW:I am the lowliest tar That sails the water.And you, proud maiden, are My captain\'s daughter. JOSEPHINE:Refrain, audacious tar.Your suit from pressing;Remember what you are,And whom addressing. LITTLE BUTTERCUP:For I am called Little Buttercup,--dear Little Buttercup,Though I never could tell why;But still I\'m called Buttercup,--poor Little Buttercup,Sweet Little Buttercup I! CAPTAIN CORCORAN:Fair moon, to thee I singBright regent of the heavens;Say, why is every thing Either at sixes or at sevens! BILL BOBSTAY, THE BOS\'N:He is an Englishman!For he himself has said it,And it\'s greatly to his credit That he is an Englishman. DICK DEADEYE:I\'m ugly too, aint I?~