Luyện nghe bài hát A British Tar

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

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

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

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

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

Josephine.
It is — Sir Joseph's 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 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 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 a combination of
antithetical which are at eternal war with one another.
Driven hither by objective influences — thither by
emotions — one moment into blazing day, by mocking
— plunged the next into the Cimmerian darkness of tangible
despair, I am but a ganglion of irreconcilable antagonisms. I
hope I make 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 you but needlessly. Come, make one
effort.

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

Josephine. (indignantly)
Sir!

Ralph.
Aye, even though Jove's were launched at the head
of the audacious whose lips, unhallowed by relationship,
to breathe that precious word, yet would I breathe it once,
and then perchance be silent evermore. Josephine, in one
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 sailor
(aside) Common! oh, the of the word! (crossing, aloud) Oh, sir,
you forget the in our ranks.

Ralph.
I forget nothing, lady. I love you desperately, my life is in
your hand — I lay it at your feet! me hope, and what I lack in
and polite accomplishments, that I will endeavour to acquire.
Drive me to despair, and in death alone I shall for consolation. I
am proud and cannot stoop to implore. I have spoken and I 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
own poor rank — they should be lowered before your captain's
daughter.