Luyện nghe bài hát A British Tar

Ralph, & Carpenter.
A tar is a soaring soul,
As free as a bird,
His energetic should be ready to resist
A word.

His should pant
and his lip curl,
His cheeks should
and his brow furl,
His should heave
and his should glow,
And his fist be ready
for a blow.

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

Ralph, & Carpenter.
His eyes should with an inborn fire,
His brow scorn be wrung;
He never should bow
to a frown,
Or the of a tyrant tongue.

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 be his customary attitude.

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

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

(Enter from cabin)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Josephine. (indignantly)
Sir!

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

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

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

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