Luyện nghe bài hát When I Was A Lad

Sir Joseph.
When I was a lad I a term
As boy to an Attorney's firm.
I cleaned the and I swept 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 that handle so
That now I am the Ruler of the Navee!

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

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

Sir Joseph.
In serving writs I made a name
That an articled clerk I soon
I wore clean collars and a suit
For the examination 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 of the Queen's Navee!

Sir Joseph.
Of knowledge I acquired 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 only that he ever had seen.

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

Chorus.
But kind of ship so suited 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 at my party's 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, rewarded me
By making me the of the Queen's Navee!

Chorus.
He so little, they rewarded he
By making him the Ruler of the 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 golden rule.

Chorus.
Be careful to be by this golden rule.

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

Chorus.
Stick close to your and never go to sea,
And you all may be of the Queen's 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 sailor is a splendid fellow, 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 that they are the bulwarks of England's greatness,
Corcoran.

Corcoran.
So I have always 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, don't them.

Corcoran.
not, Sir Joseph.

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

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

Sir Joseph.
You are the last person who did, Corcoran. Desire
that seaman 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 pardon -- 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 fine fellow.

Ralph.
Yes, honour.

Sir Joseph.
And a seaman, I'll 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.
a pity: all sailors should dance hornpipes. I will teach
you one this evening, 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 like to hear you speak well of your officer;
I daresay he don't deserve it, but still it you credit. Can you sing?

Ralph.
I can hum a little, honour.

Sir Joseph.
hum this 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 of the service, and to teach the principle that a
British is any man's equal, excepting mine. Now, Captain
Corcoran, a word with you in your cabin, on a and
subject.

Corcoran.
Aye, aye, Sir Joseph. (Crossing) Boatswain, in
of this joyous occasion, see that extra 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 is quite right. If you please.

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

(Exit.)