Luyện nghe bài hát When I Was A Lad

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

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

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

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

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

Sir Joseph.
I copied all the in a hand so free,
That now I am the Ruler of the Navee!

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

Sir Joseph.
In serving writs I made such a
an articled clerk I soon became;
I wore collars 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,
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 they took me the partnership.
And junior partnership, I ween,
Was the only ship that I had seen.

Chorus.
Was the only ship that he had seen.

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

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

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

Chorus.
He thought of thinking for himself at all.

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

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

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

Chorus.
Be to be guided by this golden rule.

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

Chorus.
Stick 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 sailor is a splendid fellow, Captain Corcoran.

Corcoran.
A splendid indeed, Sir Joseph.

Sir Joseph.
I you treat 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 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. are an excellent crew, and do
their thoroughly without it.

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

Corcoran.
not, Sir Joseph.

Sir Joseph.
That you are their captain is an accident of birth. I permit
noble fellows to be patronised because an accident of birth
has placed you above them and below you.

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

Sir Joseph.
You are the last who did, Captain Corcoran. Desire
that splendid seaman to 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 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.
There's not a topman in the Navy, your 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 hornpipes. I will teach
you one this evening, dinner. Now tell me — don't be
— how does your captain treat you, eh?

Ralph.
A better captain walk the deck, your honour.

All.
Aye!

Sir Joseph.
Good. I like to hear you speak well of your commanding
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 at your leisure. (Giving him MS. music.) It is a
song that I have for the use of the Royal Navy. It is
designed to encourage of thought and action 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 with you in your cabin, on a tender and
subject.

Corcoran.
Aye, aye, Sir Joseph. (Crossing) Boatswain, in
of this joyous occasion, see 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.

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

(Exit.)