The D'Oyly Carte Opera Company — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson A British Tar
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Paroles
Ralph, Boatswain & Carpenter.
A British tar is a soaring soul,
As free as a mountain bird,
His energetic fist should be ready to resist
A dictatorial word.
His nose should pant
and his lip should curl,
His cheeks should flame
and his brow should furl,
His bosom should heave
and his heart should glow,
And his fist be ever ready
for a knock-down blow.
Chorus.
His nose should pant
and his lip should curl,
His cheeks should flame
and his brow should furl,
His bosom should heave
and his heart should glow,
And his fist be ever ready
for a knock-down blow.
Ralph, Boatswain & Carpenter.
His eyes should flash with an inborn fire,
His brow with scorn be wrung;
He never should bow down
to a domineering frown,
Or the tang of a tyrant tongue.
His foot should stamp, and his throat should growl,
His hair should twirl, and his face should scowl;
His eyes should flash, and his breast protrude,
And this should be his customary attitude.
Chorus.
His foot should stamp, and his throat should growl,
His hair should twirl, and his face should scowl;
His eyes should flash, and his breast protrude,
And this should be his customary attitude,
His attitude
His attitude
His attitude. (pose)
(All dance off excepting Ralph, who remains, leaning pensively against bulwark.)
DIALOGUE
(Enter Jospehine from cabin)
Josephine.
It is useless — Sir Joseph’s attentions nauseate me. I know
that he is a truly great and good man, for he told me so
himself, but to me he seems tedious, fretful, and dictatorial.
Yet his must be a mind of no common order, or he would not
dare to teach my dear father to dance a hornpipe on the cabin
table. (Sees Ralph.) Ralph Rackstraw! (Overcome by emotion.)
Ralph.
Aye, lady -- no other than poor Ralph Rackstraw!
Josephine.
(aside) How my heart beats! (aloud) And why poor, Ralph?
Ralph.
I am poor in the essence of happiness, lady --— rich only in
never-ending unrest. In me there meet a combination of
antithetical elements which are at eternal war with one another.
Driven hither by objective influences — thither by subjective
emotions — wafted one moment into blazing day, by mocking
hope — plunged the next into the Cimmerian darkness of tangible
despair, I am but a living ganglion of irreconcilable antagonisms. I
hope I make myself clear, lady?
Josephine.
Perfectly. (aside) His simple eloquence goes to my heart. Oh, if I
dared — but no, the thought is madness! (aloud) Dismiss these
foolish fancies, they torture you but needlessly. Come, make one
effort.
Ralph.
(aside) I will — one. (aloud) Josephine!
Josephine. (indignantly)
Sir!
Ralph.
Aye, even though Jove’s armoury were launched at the head
of the audacious mortal whose lips, unhallowed by relationship,
dared to breathe that precious word, yet would I breathe it once,
and then perchance be silent evermore. Josephine, in one brief
breath I will concentrate the hopes, the doubts, the anxious fears
of six weary months. Josephine, I am a British sailor, and I love you!
Josephine.
Sir, this audacity! (aside) Oh, my heart, my beating heart! (aloud) This
unwarrantable presumption on the part of a common sailor
(aside) Common! oh, the irony of the word! (crossing, aloud) Oh, sir,
you forget the disparity in our ranks.
Ralph.
I forget nothing, haughty lady. I love you desperately, my life is in
your hand — I lay it at your feet! Give me hope, and what I lack in
education and polite accomplishments, that I will endeavour to acquire.
Drive me to despair, and in death alone I shall look for consolation. I
am proud and cannot stoop to implore. I have spoken and I wait your
word.
Josephine.
You shall not wait long. Your proffered love I haughtily reject.
Go, sir, and learn to cast your eyes on some village maiden in
your own poor rank — they should be lowered before your captain’s
daughter.
Traduction des paroles
Ralph, Maître D'Équipage Et Charpentier.
Un goudron Britannique est une âme planante,
Libre comme un oiseau de montagne,
Son poing énergique devrait être prêt à résister
Une dictature mot.
Son nez devrait péter
et sa lèvre devrait se courber,
Ses joues devraient flamber
et son front devrait rouler,
Sa poitrine devrait houle
et son cœur devrait briller,
Et son poing soit toujours prêt
pour un knock-down coup.
Chorus.
Son nez devrait péter
et sa lèvre devrait se courber,
Ses joues devraient flamber
et son front devrait rouler,
Sa poitrine devrait houle
et son cœur devrait briller,
Et son poing soit toujours prêt
pour un knock-down coup.
Ralph, Maître D'Équipage Et Charpentier.
Ses yeux devraient clignoter avec un feu inné,
Son front avec mépris être essoré;
Il ne devrait jamais s'incliner
à un froncement de sourcils dominateur,
Ou la saveur d'un tyran de la langue.
Son pied devrait marquer, et sa gorge devrait grogner,
Ses cheveux devraient tournoyer, et son visage devrait grimacer;
Ses yeux devraient clignoter et sa poitrine faire saillie,
Et cela devrait être son attitude habituelle.
Chorus.
Son pied devrait marquer, et sa gorge devrait grogner,
Ses cheveux devraient tournoyer, et son visage devrait grimacer;
Ses yeux devraient clignoter et sa poitrine faire saillie,
Et cela devrait être son attitude habituelle,
Son attitude
Son attitude
Son attitude. (poser)
(Tous dansent à L'exception de Ralph, qui reste, penché pensivement contre le rempart.)
DIALOGUE
(Entrez Jospehine de la cabine)
Joséphine.
Il est inutile-l'attention de Sir Joseph me nauseate. Je sais
qu'il est un homme vraiment grand et bon, car il me l'a dit
lui-même, mais pour moi, il semble fastidieux, frénétique et dictatorial.
Pourtant, il doit être un esprit d'aucun ordre commun, ou il ne serait pas
oser apprendre à mon cher père à danser un hornpipe sur la cabine
table. (Il Voit Ralph.) Ralph Rackstraw! (Surmonté par l'émotion.)
Ralph.
Oui, madame ... rien d'autre que le pauvre Ralph Rackstraw!
Joséphine.
(à part) Comment mon cœur bat! (à haute voix) Et pourquoi les pauvres, Ralph?
Ralph.
Je suis pauvre dans l'essence du bonheur, dame-la-riche seulement en
a jamais de fin à l'agitation. En moi il y a une combinaison de