_Jos._ My own thoughtful father. [_Exit JOSEPHINE._ BARCAROLLE (_without._) Over the bright blue sea Comes Sir Joseph Porter, K.C.B., Wherever he may go Bang-bang the loud nine-pounders go! Shout o’er the bright blue sea For Sir Joseph Porter, K.C.B. [_During this the _Crew_ have entered on tiptoe, listening attentively to the song._ CHORUS OF SAILORS. We sail the ocean blue, And our saucy ship’s a beauty; We’re sober men, and true, And attentive to our duty. We’re smart and sober men, And quite devoid of fe-ar, In all the Royal N. None are so smart as we are. _Enter SIR JOSEPH’S _Female Relatives_. They dance round stage._ _Rel._ Gaily tripping, Lightly skipping, Flock the maidens to the shipping. _Sail._ Flags and guns and pennants dipping All the ladies love the shipping. _Rel._ Sailors sprightly Always rightly Welcome ladies so politely. _Sail._ Ladies who can smile so brightly, Sailors welcome most politely. _Enter SIR JOSEPH with COUSIN HEBE._ _Capt._ (_from poop_). Now give three cheers, I’ll lead the way. _All._ Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! hurray! (_Repeat._) SONG.--SIR JOSEPH. I am the monarch of the sea, The Ruler of the Queen’s Navee, Whose praise Great Britain loudly chants. _Cousin H._ And we are his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts! _Rel._ And we are his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts! _Sir J._ When at anchor here I ride, My bosom swells with pride, And I snap my fingers at a foeman’s taunts. _Cousin H._ And so do his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts! _All._ And so do his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts! _Sir J._ But when the breezes blow, I generally go below, And seek the seclusion that a cabin grants! _Cousin H._ 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! SONG.--SIR JOSEPH. When I was a lad I served a term As office boy to an attorney’s firm. I cleaned the windows and I swept the floor, And I polished up the handle of the big front door. I polished up that handle so carefullee That now I am the Ruler of the Queen’s Navee! CHORUS.--He polished, etc.