Luyện nghe bài hát A British Tar

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Enter Jospehine cabin)

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

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

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

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

Josephine.
Perfectly. (aside) His simple goes to my heart. Oh, if I
— but no, the thought is madness! (aloud) Dismiss these
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 mortal whose lips, unhallowed by relationship,
dared to breathe that precious word, yet would I it once,
and then be silent evermore. Josephine, in one brief
breath I will the hopes, the doubts, the anxious fears
of six weary months. Josephine, I am a sailor, and I love 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 forget nothing, haughty lady. I you desperately, my life is in
your hand — I lay it at your feet! Give me hope, and I lack in
education and accomplishments, that I will endeavour to acquire.
Drive me to despair, and in death I shall look for consolation. I
am proud and stoop to implore. I have spoken and I wait your
word.

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