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RALPH, BOATSWAIN, and 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. RALPH And his lip should curl, And his brow should furl, And his heart should glow, And his fist be ever ready for a knock-down blow. BOATSWAIN His nose should pant, His cheeks should flame, His bosom should heave, And his fist be ever ready for a knock-down blow. CARPENTER 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, and 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; RALPH And his throat should growl, And his face should scowl; And his breast protrude, And this should be his customary attitude. BOATSWAIN His foot should stamp, His hair should twirl, His eyes should flash, And this should be his customary attitude. CARPENTER 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. |
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