Luyện nghe bài hát When I Was A Lad

Sir Joseph.
When I was a lad I served a
As boy to an Attorney's firm.
I the windows and I swept the floor,
And I polished up the of the big front door.

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

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

Chorus.
He up that handle so carefullee,
That now he is the of the Queen's Navee!

Sir Joseph.
As office boy I made such a
they gave me the post of a junior clerk.
I served the writs with a so bland,
And I all the letters 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 copied all the in a hand so free,
That now he is the Ruler of the Navee!

Sir Joseph.
In serving writs I made such a
That an clerk I soon became;
I wore clean and a brand-new suit
For the pass at the Institute.

Chorus.
For the examination at the Institute.

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

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

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

Chorus.
Was the ship that he ever had seen.

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

Chorus.
But that of ship so suited he,
That now he is the ruler of the Navee!

Sir Joseph.
I grew so that I was sent
By a borough into Parliament.
I always at my party's call,
And I thought of thinking for myself at all.

Chorus.
He never thought of for himself at all.

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

Chorus.
He thought so little, they 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 isn't fettered to an office stool,
Be careful to be guided by golden rule.

Chorus.
Be careful to be guided by golden 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 rulers of the Navee!

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

Corcoran.
It is a crew, Sir Joseph.

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

Corcoran.
A fellow indeed, Sir Joseph.

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

Corcoran.
Indeed I so, Sir Joseph.

Sir Joseph.
Never forget that are the bulwarks of England's greatness,
Corcoran.

Corcoran.
So I always considered them, Sir Joseph.

Sir Joseph.
No bullying, I — no strong language 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 them, sir — pray, don't patronise them.

Corcoran.
not, Sir Joseph.

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

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

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

(Dick forward)

No, no, the other seaman.

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

Sir Joseph. (sternly)
If

Corcoran.
I beg your -- I don't think I understand you.

Sir Joseph.
If you please.

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

Sir Joseph.
You're a remarkably fellow.

Ralph.
Yes, honour.

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

Ralph.
not a smarter topman 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 dance hornpipes. I will teach
you one this evening, dinner. Now tell me — don't be
afraid — how does your captain 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 it does you credit. Can you sing?

Ralph.
I can hum a little, honour.

Sir Joseph.
Then hum this at leisure. (Giving him MS. music.) It is a
that I have composed for the use of the Royal Navy. It is
designed to encourage independence of thought and in the
ower branches of the service, and to the principle that a
British sailor is any man's equal, 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 occasion, see that extra grog is served out to the
company at seven bells.

Boatswain.
Beg pardon. If what, honour?

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

Boatswain.
If you please, honour.

Corcoran.
What!

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

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

(Exit.)