I Am the Captain of the Pinafore

I am the monarch of the sea

The ruler of the Queen's Navee

Whose praise Great Britain loudly chants

And we are his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts!

And we are his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts!

His sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts!

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!

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

His sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts!

But when the breezes blow

I generally go below

And seek the seclusion that a cabin grants

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!