Luyện nghe bài hát When I Was A Lad

Sir Joseph.
When I was a lad I a term
As office boy to an firm.
I the windows and I swept the floor,
And I up the handle of the big front door.

Chorus.
He up the handle of the big front door.

Sir Joseph.
I up that handle so carefullee
That now I am the Ruler of the Navee!

Chorus.
He polished up handle so carefullee,
That now he is the ruler of the Navee!

Sir Joseph.
As office boy I made such a
That gave me the post of a junior clerk.
I served the writs with a so bland,
And I copied all the in a big round hand.
Chorus.
He copied all the letters in a big hand.

Sir Joseph.
I copied all the letters in a so free,
now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!

Chorus.
He all the letters in a hand so free,
That now he is the of the Queen's Navee!

Sir Joseph.
In writs I made such a name
That an articled I soon became;
I clean collars and a brand-new suit
For the examination at the Institute.

Chorus.
For the examination at the Institute.

Sir Joseph.
That pass examination did so for me,
That now I am the Ruler of the Navee!

Chorus.
pass examination did so well for he,
That now he is the Ruler of the Navee!

Sir Joseph.
Of legal knowledge I acquired a grip
That took me into the partnership.
And junior partnership, I ween,
Was the ship that I ever had seen.

Chorus.
Was the ship that he ever had seen.

Sir Joseph.
But that of ship so suited me,
That now I am the of the Queen's Navee!

Chorus.
But that kind of ship so he,
now he is the ruler of the Queen's Navee!

Sir Joseph.
I grew so rich that I was
By a pocket into Parliament.
I always voted at my call,
And I never thought of for myself at all.

Chorus.
He never thought of for himself at all.

Sir Joseph.
I thought so little, they me
By making me the Ruler of the Navee!

Chorus.
He thought so little, rewarded he
By making him the of the Queen's Navee!

Sir Joseph.
Now landsmen all, you may be,
If you want to to the top of the tree,
If your soul fettered to an office stool,
Be careful to be guided by golden rule.

Chorus.
Be careful to be guided by this rule.

Sir Joseph.
Stick to your desks and never go to sea,
And you all may be rulers of the Navee!

Chorus.
close to your desks and never go to sea,
And you all may be of the Queen's Navee!

Sir Joseph.
You've a remarkably crew, Captain Corcoran.

Corcoran.
It is a crew, Sir Joseph.

Sir Joseph. (examining a very midshipman)
A British sailor is a fellow, Captain Corcoran.

Corcoran.
A splendid indeed, Sir Joseph.

Sir Joseph.
I hope you treat your crew kindly, Corcoran.

Corcoran.
Indeed I so, Sir Joseph.

Sir Joseph.
Never forget that they are the bulwarks of greatness,
Corcoran.

Corcoran.
So I always considered them, Sir Joseph.

Sir Joseph.
No bullying, I trust — no strong of any kind, eh?

Corcoran.
Oh, never, Sir Joseph.

Sir Joseph. What,

Corcoran.
Hardly ever, Sir Joseph. They are an crew, and do
their work without it.

Sir Joseph.
Don't patronise them, sir — pray, patronise them.

Corcoran.
not, Sir Joseph.

Sir Joseph.
That you are their captain is an of birth. I cannot permit
these noble to be patronised because an accident of birth
has placed you them and them below you.

Corcoran.
I am the person to insult a British sailor, Sir Joseph.

Sir Joseph.
You are the last person who did, Captain Corcoran.
that splendid seaman to forward.

(Dick forward)

No, no, the splendid seaman.

Corcoran.
Ralph Rackstraw, three to the front — march!

Sir Joseph. (sternly)
If

Corcoran.
I beg your pardon -- I think I understand you.

Sir Joseph.
If you please.

Corcoran.
Oh, yes, of course. If you please. (Ralph forward.)

Sir Joseph.
a remarkably fine fellow.

Ralph.
Yes, honour.

Sir Joseph.
And a first-rate seaman, be bound.

Ralph.
There's not a smarter in the Navy, your honour,
I say it who shouldn't.

Sir Joseph.
Not at all. Proper self-respect, more. Can you dance
a

Ralph.
No, honour.

Sir Joseph.
That's a pity: all sailors should dance hornpipes. I teach
you one evening, after dinner. Now tell me — don't be
afraid — how does your treat you, eh?

Ralph.
A captain don't walk the deck, your honour.

All.
Aye!

Sir Joseph.
Good. I to hear you speak well of your commanding officer;
I daresay he don't deserve it, but still it does you credit. Can you

Ralph.
I can hum a little, honour.

Sir Joseph.
Then hum this at leisure. (Giving him MS. music.) It is a
song that I composed for the use of the Royal Navy. It is
designed to encourage of thought and action in the
branches of the service, and to teach the principle that a
British sailor is any equal, excepting mine. Now, Captain
Corcoran, a word you in your cabin, on a tender and
subject.

Corcoran.
Aye, aye, Sir Joseph. (Crossing) Boatswain, in
of this joyous occasion, see that grog is served out to the
ship's at seven bells.

Boatswain.
Beg pardon. If what, your

Corcoran.
If what? I don't I understand you.

Boatswain.
If you please, honour.

Corcoran.
What!

Sir Joseph.
The gentleman is right. If you please.

Corcoran. (stamping his foot impatiently)
If you please!

(Exit.)