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

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

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

His should stamp, and his throat 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 should stamp, and his should growl,
His hair should twirl, and his face scowl;
His eyes 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 attentions 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 father to dance a hornpipe on the cabin
table. (Sees Ralph.) Rackstraw! (Overcome by emotion.)

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

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

Ralph.
I am in the essence of happiness, lady --— rich only in
unrest. In me there meet a combination of
antithetical elements which are at eternal war one another.
Driven hither by objective influences — by subjective
emotions — wafted one moment blazing day, by mocking
hope — plunged the next the Cimmerian darkness of tangible
despair, I am but a living of irreconcilable antagonisms. I
hope I make clear, lady?

Josephine.
Perfectly. (aside) His simple goes to my heart. Oh, if I
dared — but no, the thought is madness! (aloud) 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 armoury were at the head
of the audacious mortal whose lips, by relationship,
to breathe that precious word, yet would I breathe it once,
and then perchance be evermore. Josephine, in one brief
breath I will concentrate the hopes, the doubts, the anxious
of six weary months. Josephine, I am a sailor, and I love you!

Josephine.
Sir, audacity! (aside) Oh, my heart, my beating heart! (aloud) This
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 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, that I will to acquire.
Drive me to despair, and in death alone I look for consolation. I
am proud and cannot stoop to implore. I have spoken and I wait
word.

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