Fragments

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.         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!         "I am the lowliest tar         That sails the water.         And you, proud maiden, are         My captain's daughter."         "Refrain, audacious tar.         Your suit from pressing;         Remember what you are,         And whom addressing."         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!         Fair moon, to thee I sing         Bright regent of the heavens;         Say, why is every thing         Either at sixes or at sevens!         He is an Englishman!         For he himself has said it,         And it's greatly to his credit         That he is an Englishman.