H.M.S. "PINAFORE"
Sir Joseph.
I'm the monarch of the sea,
The ruler of the Queen's Navee,
Whose praise Great Britain loudly chaunts!
And the Ladies sang:
And we are his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts!
Sir Joseph.
When at anchor here I ride
My bosom swells with pride,
And I snap my fingers at a foeman's taunts!
All the Ladies.
And so do his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts!
Sir Joseph.
But when the breezes blow
I generally go below,
And seek the seclusion that a cabin grants!
All the Ladies.
And so do his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts.
His sisters and his cousins,
Whom he reckons up by dozens,
And his aunts!
Then Sir Joseph (who was proud of his lowly origin, and who thought that a short sketch of his career would afford a useful example to ambitious persons in a humble rank of life) was so good as to sing the following song:
As office-boy in an attorney's firm;
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