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

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

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

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

Sir Joseph.
As office boy I made such a
That they gave me the post of a clerk.
I served the with a smile so bland,
And I copied all the letters in a big hand.
Chorus.
He all the letters in a big round 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,
now he is the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!

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

Chorus.
For the examination at the Institute.

Sir Joseph.
That pass did so well 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 of the Queen's Navee!

Sir Joseph.
Of legal knowledge I such a grip
they took 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 that of ship so suited me,
That now I am the ruler of the Navee!

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

Sir Joseph.
I grew so rich I was sent
By a pocket into Parliament.
I always voted at my call,
And I thought of thinking for myself at all.

Chorus.
He never thought of thinking for at all.

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

Chorus.
He thought so little, they he
By making him the Ruler of the Navee!

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

Chorus.
Be careful to be by this golden rule.

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

Chorus.
Stick close to your desks and go to sea,
And you all may be rulers of the 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 is a splendid fellow, Captain Corcoran.

Corcoran.
A splendid indeed, Sir Joseph.

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

Corcoran.
Indeed I so, Sir Joseph.

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

Corcoran.
So I have 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. are an excellent crew, and do
work thoroughly 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 accident of birth. I permit
these noble fellows to be because an accident of birth
has placed you above and them below 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 splendid seaman.

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

Sir Joseph. (sternly)
If

Corcoran.
I beg your pardon -- I don't 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 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. self-respect, nothing more. Can you dance
a

Ralph.
No, honour.

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

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

All.
Aye!

Sir Joseph.
Good. I like to hear you well of your commanding officer;
I he don't deserve it, but still 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 independence of thought and action in the
ower branches of the service, and to teach the principle a
British sailor is any man's equal, excepting mine. Now,
Corcoran, a word with you in 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
ship's at seven bells.

Boatswain.
Beg pardon. If what, your

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.)