Luyện nghe bài hát A British Tar

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

His nose should
and his lip curl,
His cheeks should
and his brow furl,
His bosom should
and his should glow,
And his fist be ever
for a blow.

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

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

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

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

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

(Enter Jospehine 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 mind of no common order, or he not
dare to teach my dear father to dance a on the cabin
table. (Sees Ralph.) Rackstraw! (Overcome by emotion.)

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

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

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

Josephine.
Perfectly. (aside) His eloquence goes 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 were launched at the head
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 concentrate 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 part of a sailor
(aside) Common! oh, the of the word! (crossing, aloud) Oh, sir,
you the disparity in our ranks.

Ralph.
I forget nothing, haughty lady. I love you desperately, my is in
hand — I lay it at your 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 proud and cannot stoop to implore. I have spoken and I wait
word.

Josephine.
You shall not wait long. Your proffered I haughtily 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.