Luyện nghe bài hát A British Tar

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

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

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

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

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

Chorus.
His should stamp, and his throat 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 Ralph, who remains, leaning pensively against bulwark.)

(Enter from cabin)

Josephine.
It is useless — Sir Joseph's attentions nauseate me. I
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 other than 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 war with one another.
Driven hither by objective influences — by subjective
— wafted one moment into blazing day, by mocking
hope — plunged the next the Cimmerian darkness of tangible
despair, I am but a living of irreconcilable antagonisms. I
I make myself clear, lady?

Josephine.
Perfectly. (aside) His simple eloquence to my heart. Oh, if I
dared — but no, the thought is madness! (aloud) these
fancies, they torture 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 audacious mortal lips, unhallowed by relationship,
dared to breathe that precious word, yet I breathe it once,
and perchance be silent evermore. Josephine, in one brief
breath I will concentrate the hopes, the doubts, the fears
of six weary months. Josephine, I am a sailor, and I love 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 the disparity in our ranks.

Ralph.
I forget nothing, haughty lady. I you desperately, my life is in
your hand — I lay it at feet! Give me hope, and what I lack in
education and polite accomplishments, I will 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 long. Your proffered love I haughtily reject.
Go, sir, and learn to cast eyes on some village maiden in
your own poor rank — they be lowered before your captain's
daughter.