Starlight Children's Theatre

    We sail the ocean blue, and our saucy ship's a beauty....


   
    We are sober sailors true, and attentive to our duty.


   
    When at anchor we ride on the Portsmouth tide,
    we've plenty of time for play!


   
    Ahoy! Ahoy! The balls whistle Free!
    Ahoy! Ahoy! O'er the bright blue sea,
    we stand to our guns, to our guns all day!


   
    I'm called Little Buttercup, Poor little Buttercup,
    tho' I could never tell why...


   
    That's only poor Dick Deadeye!


   
    I say, it's a beast of a name, ain't it? Dick Deadeye!


   
    What's the matter with the man, isn't he well?


   
   I am the Captain of the Pinafore...I never use a big, big "D!"


  
   What never?  Well...Hardly ever!


   
    I am the Monarch of the Sea, the Ruler of the Queen's Navy,
    Whose praise Great Britain loudly chants...


    
     And so do his sisters and his cousins and his aunts!


   
    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!


   
    No bullying, I trust–no strong language of any kind, eh?
    ...Oh, never, sir Joseph.


   
    You've a remarkably fine crew, Captain Corcoran.


   
    You're a remarkably fine fellow....
    Yes, your honour....
    And a first-rate seaman, I'll be bound.


   
    Sorry her lot, who loves too well...


   
     I hate myself when I think of the depth to which I have stooped
    in thinking tenderly of one so ignobly born, but I love him, I love him,
    I LOVE HIM!


   
    Messmates, do you approve my determination?


   
    I don't!


   
    Back vermin, back! Nor mock us!


   
    Why do they call sailors "tars?"


   
    Oh, a British Tar is a soaring soul, as free as a mountain bird...


   
    His eyes should flash and his chest protrude,
    and this should be his customary attitude!


   
    I am poor in the essence of happiness–rich only in never-ending unrest!



   
    Let's give three cheers for the sailor's bride,
    who cast all thought of wealth aside.


   
    And gives up all, and fortune, too, for the honest love of a sailor true.


   
    If he knew...If he only knew!


   
    Things are seldom what they seem...Skim milk masquerades as cream.



   
    Kind Captain, we've important information,
    sing hey, the gallant captain that you are...


   
    Kind captain your young lady is a-sighing;
    Sing hey, the simple captain that you are...


    
    This very night with Rackstraw to be flying;
    Sing hey, the Merry Maiden and the Tar.


   
    Good fellows, you have given timely warning.
    Sing hey, the thoughtful sailors that you are.
    I'll talk to Master Rackstraw in the morning.
    Sing hey, the cat-o-nine-tails and the tar!


   
     He is Foiled! Foiled! Foiled!


   
    Goodness me, Why what was that? Silent be, it was the Cat!


   
    I mixed those children up...and not a creature knew it!


   
    For he himself has said it, and it's greatly to his credit.
    That he is an Englishman!


   
    Then give three cheers and one cheer more
    for the former Captain of the Pinafore...
    For he loves Little Buttercup, poor Little Buttercup...


   
    I am the Monarch of the Sea, and when I've married thee,
    I'll be true to the devotion that my love implants...
    Then goodbye to your sisters and your cousins and your Aunts!


   
    For he himself has said it, and it's greatly to his credit.
    That he is an Englishman! He remains an Englishman!




   Encore!
    

    

    

    

Photos by Debra Darmata and Jeannine Estrada