Luyện nghe bài hát A British Tar

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

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

Chorus.
His should pant
and his lip curl,
His should flame
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 never bow down
to a frown,
Or the of a tyrant tongue.

His foot stamp, and his throat should growl,
His hair should twirl, and his face should
His eyes flash, and his breast protrude,
And should be his customary attitude.

Chorus.
His should stamp, and his throat should growl,
His hair should twirl, and his should scowl;
His should flash, and his breast protrude,
And should 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 useless — Sir Joseph's nauseate me. I know
that he is a truly 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
to teach my dear father to dance a hornpipe on the cabin
table. (Sees Ralph.) Rackstraw! (Overcome by emotion.)

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

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

Ralph.
I am poor in the essence of happiness, lady --— only in
unrest. In me there meet a combination of
antithetical elements which are at war with one another.
Driven hither by influences — thither by subjective
emotions — one moment into blazing day, by mocking
hope — plunged the next into the Cimmerian of tangible
despair, I am but a living ganglion of antagonisms. I
hope I make myself clear,

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

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

Josephine. (indignantly)
Sir!

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

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

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

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