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 cleaned the windows and I the floor,
And I polished up the handle of the big door.

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

Sir Joseph.
I polished up handle so carefullee
now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!

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

Sir Joseph.
As office boy I made such a
That they gave me the of a junior clerk.
I served the with a smile 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 in a hand so free,
That now I am the of the Queen's Navee!

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

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

Chorus.
For the examination at the Institute.

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

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

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

Chorus.
Was the only ship he ever had seen.

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

Chorus.
But that kind of 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 never thought of thinking for at all.

Chorus.
He never thought of for himself at all.

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

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

Sir Joseph.
Now all, whoever you may be,
If you to rise to the top of the tree,
If soul isn't fettered to an office stool,
Be careful to be guided by this rule.

Chorus.
Be careful to be guided by golden rule.

Sir Joseph.
Stick close to your desks and 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 small midshipman)
A British sailor is a splendid fellow, 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 that they 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.
patronise them, sir — pray, don't patronise them.

Corcoran.
not, Sir Joseph.

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

Corcoran.
I am the last 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 splendid seaman.

Corcoran.
Ralph Rackstraw, three paces to the — 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.
You're a remarkably fellow.

Ralph.
Yes, honour.

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

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

Sir Joseph.
Not at all. Proper self-respect, nothing more. Can you
a

Ralph.
No, honour.

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

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

All.
Aye!

Sir Joseph.
Good. I like to you speak well of your commanding officer;
I daresay he deserve it, but still it does you credit. Can you sing?

Ralph.
I can hum a little, honour.

Sir Joseph.
Then hum at your leisure. (Giving him MS. music.) It is a
song that I have composed for the use of the Navy. It is
designed to independence of thought and action in the
ower branches of the service, and to teach the that a
British sailor is any man's equal, excepting mine. Now,
Corcoran, a with you in your cabin, on a tender and
subject.

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

Boatswain.
Beg pardon. If what, honour?

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

Boatswain.
If you please, honour.

Corcoran.
What!

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

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

(Exit.)