![]() The gentleman captain sings that he never uses foul language and is never sick at sea - well, "hardly ever." Dick Deadeye, the embodiment of the ugly truth, reminds the starry-eyed seaman that Captain's daughters don't marry foremast hands! The Captain arrives to inspect his crew. "Little Buttercup", a bumboat woman who is "red and round and rosy" comes aboard to sell to the sailors her stock of "snuff and tobaccy and excellent jacky," and other luxuries.Ī handsome and accomplished sailor, Ralph, tells his messmates that he is in love with the Captain's daughter, Josephine. Its proud sailors are busy scrubbing the decks for the expected arrival of Sir Joseph Porter, K.C.B., Britain's First Lord of the Admiralty. Note: When you embed the widget in your site, it will match your site's styles (CSS).The Pinafore, a "saucy" beauty of a ship in Her Majesty's navy is anchored in the harbour at Portsmouth. conductor: Sir Charles Mackerras) Album Lyrics1.A British Tar2.A Maiden Fair to See3.A Many Years Ago4.Can I Survive This Overbearing?5.Carefully on Tiptoe Stealing6.Fair Moon, to Thee I Sing7.Farewell, My Own!8.For I Hold That on the Seas9.Never Mind the Why and Wherefore10.Now Give Three Cheers11.Refrain, Audacious Tar12.Sir Joseph's Barge Is Seen13.Sir, You Are Sad!14.The Hours Creep on Apace15.Things Are Seldom What They Seem16.We Sail the Ocean BlueGilbert & Sullivan Lyrics provided by Pinafore (Orchestra & Chorus of the Welsh National Opera feat. ![]() Get the embed code Gilbert & Sullivan - H. Your own poor rank - they should be lowered before your captain's Go, sir, and learn to cast your eyes on some village maiden in Your hand - I lay it at your feet! Give me hope, and what I lack inĮducation and polite accomplishments, that I will endeavour to acquire.ĭrive me to despair, and in death alone I shall look for consolation. (aside) Common! oh, the irony of the word! (crossing, aloud) Oh, sir, Unwarrantable presumption on the part of a common sailor Sir, this audacity! (aside) Oh, my heart, my beating heart! (aloud) This Josephine, I am a British sailor, and I love you! Josephine, in one briefīreath I will concentrate the hopes, the doubts, the anxious fears Of the audacious mortal whose lips, unhallowed by relationship,ĭared to breathe that precious word, yet would I breathe it once,Īnd then perchance be silent evermore. Come, make oneĪye, even though Jove's armoury were launched at the head Oh, if Iĭared - but no, the thought is madness! (aloud) Dismiss theseįoolish fancies, they torture you but needlessly. (aside) His simple eloquence goes to my heart. Hope - plunged the next into the Cimmerian darkness of tangibleĭespair, I am but a living ganglion of irreconcilable antagonisms. In me there meet a combination ofĪntithetical elements which are at eternal war with one another.ĭriven hither by objective influences - thither by subjectiveĮmotions - wafted one moment into blazing day, by mocking I am poor in the essence of happiness, lady - rich only in (aside) How my heart beats! (aloud) And why poor, Ralph? (Sees Ralph.) Ralph Rackstraw! (Overcome by emotion.)Īye, lady - no other than poor Ralph Rackstraw! Yet his must be a mind of no common order, or he would notĭare to teach my dear father to dance a hornpipe on the cabin Himself, but to me he seems tedious, fretful, and dictatorial. That he is a truly great and good man, for he told me so It is useless - Sir Joseph's attentions nauseate me. (All dance off excepting Ralph, who remains, leaning pensively against bulwark.) His eyes should flash, and his breast protrude,Īnd this should be his customary attitude.Īnd this should be his customary attitude, His hair should twirl, and his face should scowl ![]() His foot should stamp, and his throat should growl, His eyes should flash with an inborn fire, His energetic fist should be ready to resist
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