Luyện nghe bài hát A British Tar

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

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

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

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

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

Chorus.
His foot stamp, and his throat should growl,
His hair should twirl, and his should 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 — 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 mind of no order, or he would not
dare to teach my dear to dance 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 which are at eternal war with one another.
Driven by objective influences — thither by subjective
emotions — wafted one moment into blazing day, by
hope — the next into the Cimmerian darkness of tangible
despair, I am but a ganglion of irreconcilable antagonisms. I
I make myself clear, lady?

Josephine.
Perfectly. (aside) His simple eloquence to my heart. Oh, if I
— but no, the thought is madness! (aloud) Dismiss these
foolish fancies, torture 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,
dared to that precious word, yet would I breathe it once,
and then be silent evermore. Josephine, in one brief
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 nothing, haughty lady. I love you desperately, my life is in
your hand — I lay it at your feet! me hope, and what I lack in
education and polite accomplishments, I will endeavour to acquire.
Drive me to despair, and in death alone I look for consolation. I
am proud and cannot stoop to implore. I spoken and I wait your
word.

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