Luyện nghe bài hát A British Tar

Ralph, & Carpenter.
A tar is a soaring soul,
As free as a bird,
His energetic fist 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 should glow,
And his fist be ready
for a blow.

Chorus.
His should pant
and his lip curl,
His should flame
and his brow furl,
His should heave
and his should glow,
And his fist be ever
for a blow.

Ralph, & Carpenter.
His should flash with 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 should scowl;
His eyes should flash, and his protrude,
And this be his customary attitude.

Chorus.
His foot stamp, and his throat should growl,
His hair should twirl, and his face scowl;
His should 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 Jospehine cabin)

Josephine.
It is useless — Sir attentions nauseate me. I know
that he is a truly great and man, for he told me so
himself, but to me he tedious, fretful, and dictatorial.
Yet his must be a mind of no common order, or he not
dare to teach my dear father to a hornpipe 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, lady --— rich in
never-ending unrest. In me meet a combination of
antithetical elements are at eternal war with one another.
Driven hither by objective — thither by subjective
— wafted one moment into blazing day, by mocking
hope — plunged the into the Cimmerian darkness of tangible
despair, I am but a living of irreconcilable antagonisms. I
I make myself clear, lady?

Josephine.
Perfectly. (aside) His eloquence goes to my heart. Oh, if I
— but no, the thought 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 armoury were launched at the head
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 will concentrate the hopes, the doubts, the 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 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! Give me hope, and I lack in
education and polite accomplishments, I will endeavour to acquire.
Drive me to despair, and in death alone I shall for consolation. I
am proud and cannot to implore. I have spoken and I wait your
word.

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