This version from a sheet at the Bodleian Library, mentioned by Malcolm, differs in part from the one in the DT. There probably were as many versions as comics doing the routine.

Buttercup Joe (2)
As "sung by Harry Garratt"

Now I'm a flysome sort of chap.
Father comes from Sparham,
Mother's got some warlike boys.
She well knows how to rear 'em.
Some chaps they call me bacon fists,
And other turnip *yed, (*head)
But I'm quite as sharp as other chaps,
Although I'm country bred.

Chorus:
I can guide a plough, and milk a cow
Or I can reap or sow;
I'm as fresh as the daisy in the field,
And they call me Buttercup Joe.

You hearty swells may laugh and chaff,
To see us eat fat bacon,
But you would not touch our country beer
But that's where you're mistaken.
On Moet and Shandon you regale,
And drink it at your ease,
But give me a glass of home-brewed ale,
And our crust of bread and cheese.

Baint it prime in summer time,
When we go out in hay-making,
The lads and lasses, we us chaps,
Freedom will be taken.
Don't they giggle, and make us laugh,
Of course its harmless play,
They like to get us country chaps,
And rolls us in the hay.

Now you should see my young woman,
They calls her our Mary,
She works as busy as a bee,
At farmer Johnson's dairy.
And baint her suet dumplings nice,
By gosh! I mean to try,
And ask her, if she'd like to splice,
A rustic chap like I.

Buttercup Joe. [657.
Bodleian Library, Firth c.26(161), 19th c. (nd)

Without the comic's pantominic actions and accent, songs of this kind are very dull.