ME!

Read on:

CAPT (from poop).

Now give three cheers,
I'll lead the way
Hurrah! Hurray!
ALL.
Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurray!

Enter Sir Robert with Cousin Hebe

SONG -- SIR Robert


I am the monarch of the sea,
The ruler of the Queen's Navee,
Whose praise Great Britain loudly chants.
COUSIN HEBE.
And we are his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts!
ALL (except Hebe).
And we/they are his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts!
ALL.
His sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts!
SIR ROBERT.
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!
ALL (except Hebe).
And so do his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts!
ALL.
His sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts!
SIR ROBERT.
But when the breezes blow,
I generally go below,
And seek the seclusion that a cabin grants;
COUSIN HEBE.
And so do his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts!
WOMEN.
And so do his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts!
ALL.
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!

Yes, Gilbert and Sullivan wrote an opera - about ME!

NOT YOU!

Bwahahahahaha!

RB