I'm called little Buttercup, dear little Buttercup
Though I coud 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