I’ve got a crisp $1 bill. Dance for me little trumpette.
For $1 sure. Here goes
I'm called Little Buttercup - dear Little Buttercup, Though I could 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.