Luyện nghe bài hát A British Tar

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

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

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

Ralph, & Carpenter.
His eyes should flash with an fire,
His brow with be wrung;
He never should bow
to a frown,
Or the of a tyrant tongue.

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

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

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

(Enter Jospehine cabin)

Josephine.
It is — Sir Joseph's attentions nauseate me. I know
that he is a great 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
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 heart beats! (aloud) And why poor,

Ralph.
I am poor in the essence of happiness, lady --— rich in
never-ending unrest. In me meet a combination of
antithetical which are at eternal war with one another.
Driven hither by influences — thither by subjective
emotions — wafted one moment 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 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 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 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 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.
me to despair, and in death alone 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 cast your eyes on some village in
your own poor rank — they be lowered before your captain's
daughter.