Luyện nghe bài hát A British Tar

Ralph, & Carpenter.
A British tar is a soul,
As as a mountain bird,
His fist should be ready to resist
A word.

His nose should
and his lip curl,
His cheeks flame
and his should furl,
His should heave
and his heart glow,
And his fist be ready
for a blow.

Chorus.
His nose should
and his lip curl,
His cheeks should
and his should furl,
His bosom heave
and his heart glow,
And his fist be ever
for a blow.

Ralph, & Carpenter.
His eyes should flash an inborn fire,
His brow scorn be wrung;
He should bow down
to a frown,
Or the tang of a tongue.

His foot should stamp, and his should growl,
His hair should twirl, and his should scowl;
His should flash, and his breast protrude,
And should be his customary attitude.

Chorus.
His foot stamp, and his throat should growl,
His should twirl, and his face should scowl;
His eyes should flash, and his protrude,
And this should be his attitude,
His
His
His attitude. (pose)

(All off excepting Ralph, who remains, leaning pensively against bulwark.)

(Enter from cabin)

Josephine.
It is useless — Sir Joseph's attentions nauseate me. I
that he is a great and good man, for he told me so
himself, but to me he tedious, fretful, and dictatorial.
Yet his be a mind of no common order, or he would not
dare to teach my dear father to dance a on the cabin
table. (Sees Ralph.) Rackstraw! (Overcome by emotion.)

Ralph.
Aye, lady -- no than poor Ralph Rackstraw!

Josephine.
(aside) How my beats! (aloud) And why poor, Ralph?

Ralph.
I am poor in the essence of happiness, --— rich only in
never-ending unrest. In me there meet a of
antithetical elements which are at eternal war one another.
Driven hither by objective influences — by subjective
emotions — one moment into blazing day, by mocking
hope — plunged the next the Cimmerian darkness of tangible
despair, I am but a living of irreconcilable antagonisms. I
hope I make myself clear,

Josephine.
Perfectly. (aside) His eloquence goes to my heart. Oh, if I
dared — but no, the is madness! (aloud) Dismiss these
foolish fancies, they you but needlessly. Come, make one
effort.

Ralph.
(aside) I — one. (aloud) Josephine!

Josephine. (indignantly)
Sir!

Ralph.
Aye, even though Jove's armoury were launched at the
of the mortal whose lips, unhallowed by relationship,
dared to that precious word, yet would I breathe it once,
and then be silent evermore. Josephine, in one brief
breath I concentrate the hopes, the doubts, the anxious fears
of six weary months. Josephine, I am a British sailor, and I you!

Josephine.
Sir, this audacity! (aside) Oh, my heart, my heart! (aloud) This
unwarrantable presumption on the part of a common
(aside) Common! oh, the of the word! (crossing, aloud) Oh, sir,
you forget the in our ranks.

Ralph.
I forget nothing, haughty lady. I you desperately, my life is in
hand — I lay it at your feet! Give me hope, and what I lack in
education and polite accomplishments, that I will to acquire.
Drive me to despair, and in death alone I look for consolation. I
am proud and cannot to implore. I have spoken and I wait your
word.

Josephine.
You not wait long. Your proffered love I haughtily reject.
Go, sir, and learn to cast your eyes on some maiden in
your own poor rank — they be lowered before your captain's
daughter.