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There's a once a year night when the spirits take flight
In the stores and the streets catch the magic and all
Christmas a wondrous time
When love is the reason and love is the rhyme
The eve of Christmas when spirits take flight
That once a year night before
That once a year Christmas day
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Do you see what I see
Do you see what I see
Where in the sky
Do you see what I see
The star
The star
With
The
Land to the shepherd boy
Do you hear what I hear
Ringing through the sky shepherd boy
Do you hear what I hear
The song
High above the tree with the voices
As big as the sea
With the voices
As big as the sea
Said the shepherd boy to the mighty king
Do you know what I know
In your palace warm mighty king
Do you know what I know
A child of child shivers in the cold
Let us bring him silver and gold
Let us bring him silver and gold
Let us bring him silver and gold
Said the king to the people everywhere
Listen to what I say
Listen to what I say
People, peace, people everywhere
Listen to what I say
Listen to what I say
The child of child shivers in the cold
Let us bring him silver and gold
They will bring us
The child of child shivers in the cold
The child of child shivers in the cold
Angels watching over me
Every move I make
Angels watching over me
Angels watching over me
Every step I take
Angels watching over me
Angels watching over me
HMS Victory
1878
HMS Victory
HMS Victory
HMS Victory
HMS Victory
HMS Pinafore had won her first victory in battle
HMS Victory
HMS Victory
HMS Victory
We can sail the ocean blue, And our saucy ships of beauty,
We are sober, fair and true, And attentive to our duty.
We can sail the ocean blue, And our saucy ships of beauty,
We are sober, fair and true, And attentive to our duty.
Hail, men of war's men, safeguard of your nation!
Here is the end at last of all privation.
You've got your pay, spare all you can afford,
To welcome little Bataka on board.
I'm called little Bataka, dear little Bataka,
Oh, I could never tell why, But still I'm called Bataka,
Poor little Bataka, sweet little Bataka boy.
I'm snuff and soft-backing, And excellent jacking,
By scissors and watties and knife,
I'm ribbons and laces, Who set off the face,
Is a pretty young sweetheart and wife.
I'm treetle and toffee, I'm tea and I've coffee,
So foamy and succulent choc, I'm chickens and cooties,
I'm pretty polonies and excellent peppermint drops.
So pie on your Bataka, dear little Bataka,
Say I should never be shy.
So pie on your Bataka, poor little Bataka,
Come off your Bataka boy.
Die little Bataka and well-call, For you are the rosiest,
The roundest and the reddest beauty in all.
Red am I, and round and rosy,
May be, but I have decembered well.
But Arki, my merry friend, must ever have thought
That beneath a gay and frivolous exterior
There may lurk a canker worm,
Which is slowly but surely hitting its way into one's very eye.
No, I can't say I've ever thought of that.
I've thought it often.
Yes, you look like it. What's the matter with a man?
Isn't he wet?
Arki, never mind him, that's only poor dictator.
I say, it's a beast of a name, ain't it?
Dick, did I?
It's not a nice name.
And I'm ugly, ain't I?
You are certainly plain.
And I'm three-quarter too, ain't I?
You are rather triangular.
That's it, I'm ugly, and they hate me for it.
For you all hate me, don't you?
Well, Dick, we wouldn't want to be hopped on any other fellow creature's feelings,
But you can hardly expect a laddy with a name like Dick Dead Eye
To be a popular character, can you boys?
I mean, it's asking over much, isn't it?
It is. From such a face and form as mine,
The noblest sentiments sound like the black utterances
Of a deprived imagination.
It's human nature.
I'm resigned.
Gladly, good God.
But tell me, who's the youth with faltering feet
With difficulty bearing on his core?
That is the smartest lad in all the fleet, Ray Fraxtor.
Ray, is that name? Rimba, Rimba.
The nightingale sighed for the moon's bright ray,
And told his tale in his own melodious way.
He sang a well-a-day.
Melodious way.
He sang a well-a-day.
The lowly veil for the mountain vainly sighed.
To his humble wail the echoing hills replied,
They sang a well-a-day.
I know the value of a kindly chorus,
But choruses yield little consolation
When we have pain and sorrow to before us.
I love and love alas above my station.
He loves and loves alas above his station.
Yes, yes, though that is much above his station.
A maiden fair to see, a pearl of minstrelsy,
Above the blushing beauties,
For whom proud nobles sigh,
And with each other vie to do her menial's duty.
A suitor lowly born with hopeless passion torn,
And poor beyond denying,
Has dared for her to pine,
That whose exalted shrine
The world of wealth is sighing.
Unlearned he, not save that which love has taught,
For love had been his tutor.
Oh, pity, pity me, our captain's daughter she,
And I, that lowly suitor.
Oh, pity, pity me, our captain's daughter she,
And I, that lowly suitor.
Ah, my poor lad, you've climbed too high.
A worthy captain's child wouldn't have anything to say to a poor chap like you,
wouldn't you, boy?
No.
Captain's daughters don't marry poor mastands.
Exedui, them sentiments of yours are a disgrace to human nature.
I'm shocked, Petrarch, shocked.
But it's a strange anomaly,
That the daughter of a man who hails from the quarter-deck
May not love another who lays out on the four-yard arm,
For a man is but a man whether he hoists his flag at the main truck
Or he slacks on the main deck.
Ah, it's a queer world.
Dick Deddai, I have no desire to press hardly on you,
But such a revolutionary sentiment is enough to make an honest sailor shudder.
Right, boys, our worthy captain has come on deck.
I'll just greet him as so worthy a seaman and so brave an officer of the serfs.
My gallant crew, good morning.
Sir, good morning.
I hope you're all quite well.
Quite well. And you, sir?
I am in reasonable health and happy to meet you all once more.
You do us proud, sir.
I am the captain of the Pinafore.
And the right good captain, too.
You're very, very good, and be it understood.
I command the right good crew.
We're very, very good, and be it understood.
He commands the right good crew.
Though related to a peer, I can hand, breathe, and steer, or ship, or sail, or gee.
I've never known the quail in the fury of a gale,
And I'm never, never sick at sea.
What, never?
No, never.
What, never?
Hardly ever.
He's hardly ever sick at sea.
Then give three cheers and one cheer more,
For the hardy captain of the Pinafore.
Then give three cheers and one cheer more,
For the captain of the Pinafore.
I'd do my best to satisfy you all.
And if you were right, one's best.
You're exceedingly polite, and I think it only right to return the compliment.
Where you're exceedingly polite, and you think it only right to return the compliment.
That language or abuse, I never, never use, whatever the emergency.
Don't bother it, I may occasionally say,
I never use a big, big D.
What, never?
No, never.
What, never?
Hardly ever.
Hardly ever, swear to me, big D.
Then give three cheers and one cheer more,
For the wild, red captain of the Pinafore.
Then give three cheers and one cheer more,
For the captain of the Pinafore.
Sir, you are sad.
The silent eloquence of yonder tear that trembles on your eyelash
proclaims a sorrow far more deep than common.
Confide in me, fear not, I am a mother.
Yes, little buttercup, I am sad and sorry.
My daughter Josephine, the fairest flower that ever blossomed on ancestral timber,
is sought in marriage by Sir Joseph Porter,
our admiralty's first law.
But for some reason, she does not seem to tackle kindly too.
Oh, poor Sir Joseph, I know too well
the anguish of a heart that loves but vainly.
But see, here comes your most attractive daughter.
I go farewell.
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And hope is dead.
And hope is alive.
And hope is dead.
Sad is the hour when sets the sun.
Dark is the night to earth for daughters.
When to the ark the wearied one
flies from the empty waste of waters.
Sad is the hour when sets the sun.
Dark is the night to earth for daughters.
Heavy the sorrow that falls ahead.
Then love is alive.
And hope is dead.
Then love is alive.
And hope is dead.
Josephine, my child.
I grieve to see that you are a pretty maddened color.
You should look your best today for Sir Joseph Porter KCB
will be here this afternoon to claim your promised hand.
Oh father, your words cut me to the quick.
I can esteem, reverence, venerate Sir Joseph for he is a great and good man.
But oh, I cannot love him.
My heart is already given.
It is then as I feared.
Given? And to whom?
Not to some gilded lordling.
Father, the object of my love is no lordling.
Oh pity me, for he is but a humble sailor on board your own ship.
Impossible.
It's true, too true.
A common sailor? Oh, father.
I blush for the weakness that allows me to cherish such a passion.
I hate myself when I think of the depths to which I have stooped
and allow myself to think tenderly of one so ignobly born.
But I love him. I love him. I love him.
Oh come, come, come, my child, let us talk this over.
I think in a matter of a heart I would not coerce my daughter.
I attach but little value to rite or wealth, but the line must be drawn somewhere.
A man in their station may be brave and worthy, but at every step
he would commit solicisms that society would never, never pawn.
Oh, I've thought of this night and day.
I have a heart and therefore I love, but I am your daughter and therefore I am proud.
Though I carry my love with me to the tomb, he shall never, never know it.
You are my daughter after all.
Ah, but see, Sir Joseph's barge approaches, manned by twelve trusty oarsmen
and accompanied by the admiring flotilla, a sister's cousins and aunts
that attend him wherever he goes.
Retire, my dear, retire to your cabin and take this, his photograph with you.
It might help to bring you to a more reasonable frame.
Goodbye.
My own thoughtful father.
O, the bride to see
Come, my young, on your quarter K.T.B.
Wherever he may go
Bang, bang, the lads, my countess, go
Shout for the bride, Ruthie
For Sir Joseph, for Sir K.T.B.
Shout for the bride, Ruthie
For Sir Joseph, for Sir K.T.B.
For Sir Joseph, for Sir K.T.B.
Sir Joseph's barge is seen
And is proud of blushing beauty
We hope he'll find us clean
And assented to our duty
We sail, we sail the ocean blue
When the source is ships of beauty
We're sober, sober men and true
And attentive to our duty
Sober, sober men and true
We're smart and sober men
And quite devoid of PR
In all the royal ends
And arms as smart as we are
Billets and spades, mighties and spades
Of the sailors to the ship we
Billets and spades, mighties and spades
Of the sailors to the ship we
Swags and guns and feathers, dear me
O, the lane is not the shearing
Sailors write he, always write he
Always write he, welcome ladies
O, for larty
Ladies who can surprise so rightly
Sailors welcome those for larty
Welcome those for larty
It derises on his righty
Where the ladies don't disciple me
Billets and spades, mighties and spades
Of the significating bid
Billets and spades, mighties and spades
Of the çocukos, mighties and spades
Billets in this full-excited
When the sail's to go up
Now give three cheers, I'll lead the way.
Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah!
Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah!
I am the monarch of the sea, the ruler of the Queen's navy,
whose praise weep with loudly chants.
And we are his citizens and his cousins and hisons.
When at anchor here I ride, my bosom swells with pride,
I snap my fingers at a faux-man's taunt.
And so do his citizens and his cousins and hisons.
But when the breezes blow, I generally go below
and seek this occlusion from a cabin grant.
And so do his sisters and his cousins and hisons.
When I was a lad, I served at home.
As office boy, it would return his phone.
I cleaned the windows and I swept the floor,
and I'd polish up the handle of the big front door.
I'd polish up the handle of the big front door.
I'd polish up that handle so carefully
that now I'm the ruler of the Queen's navy.
I'd polish up the handle so carefully
that now we are the ruler of the Queen's navy.
As office boy, I made such a mark,
that they gave me the post of a junior clerk.
I served the writ of the smile so blank
and copied all the letters in the big round.
And I copied all the letters in the big round.
I copied all the letters in the hand so free
that now I'm the ruler of the Queen's navy.
I copied all the letters in the hand so free
that now we are the ruler of the Queen's navy.
As office boy, I made such a name
that an article clerk I soon became.
I wore clean collars, a brand new suit,
for the past examination of the Institute.
For the past examination of the Institute.
And the past examination did so well for me
that now I'm the ruler of the Queen's navy.
And the past examination did so well for me
that now we are the ruler of the Queen's navy.
Of legal knowledge I acquired to the grip,
they took me into the partnership.
And that junior partnership I weaned
was the only ship I ever had seen.
Was the only ship we ever had seen.
That kind of ship so suited me
that now I'm the ruler of the Queen's navy.
That kind of ship so suited me
that now we are the ruler of the Queen's navy.
I grew so rich that I was sent
by a pocket borough into Parliament.
I always voted at my party's call.
Never thought of thinking for myself at all.
Never thought of thinking for myself at all.
I thought so little the reward had been my making.
I thought so little the reward had been my making.
I thought so little the reward had been my making.
Now, lansmen all, whoever ye may be,
if you want to rise to the top of the tree,
if your soul isn't fettered to an office stool,
be careful to be guarded by this golden rule.
Be careful to be guarded by this golden rule.
Stick close to your desks and never go to sea.
And you all may be rulers of the Queen.
Stick close to your desks and never go to sea.
And you all may be rulers of the Queen.
Oh!
Well, I must say, what a clumsy fellow.
Well, you have a remarkably fine crew here, Captain...
It's Corkran, sir.
Is it?
It is a fine crew, Sir Joseph.
Yes, yes.
It is, Sir Seaman is a splendid fellow, Captain Corkran.
Corkran.
Oh, splendid fellow indeed, Sir Joseph.
Yes, yes indeed.
Oh, yes.
Never forget, they are the bulwarks,
the bulwarks of England's greatness.
Do I have always considered them, Sir Joseph?
So, I hope there's no bullying of any kind, eh?
No strong language of any kind?
Never, Sir Joseph.
Never?
Oh, they are an excellent crew.
Do they work thoroughly without it, Sir Joseph?
Yes, well, don't patronise them, Sir.
Pray don't patronise them.
Certainly not, Sir Joseph.
Mmm.
Remember that you are their captain,
it's an accident at birth.
And I can't allow these noble fellows
to be patronised because an accident at birth
has placed you above them and them below you.
I'm the last person who has thought of it, Sir Joseph.
You are the last person who did, Captain Corkman.
It's Corkran.
Is it, well, if you insist.
Yes, now, does all that splendid seamen there step forward?
No, no, no, that one, no.
That one.
That one.
Three fracks from three paces to the front.
March.
If what?
I beg your pardon, Sir, I don't think I understand you.
Obviously not.
If you please.
If you please.
Where am I, fine fellow?
When you are a fine fellow, are you not?
Yes, Your Honour.
And a first-rate seamen, I'll be damned.
There's not a smarter topman in the Navy, Your Honour.
Though I say it, you shouldn't.
No, it isn't.
I did.
You did what?
Say it.
What?
I shouldn't?
Well, you shouldn't have done so.
Never mind, it doesn't matter.
Because it shows proper self-respect.
No more.
Now tell me.
Oh, can you dance a home pipe?
No, Your Honour.
You can't?
Well, every sailor should dance a home pipe.
You know.
Never mind.
I'll teach you one tonight, after dinner.
Yes.
And you.
Now tell me, my fine fellow, and don't be frightened.
Now, how does your captain treat you?
A better captain don't walk the deck, Your Honour.
Oh, good.
I like to hear you speak well of your commanding officer.
Even if he doesn't deserve it.
Yes.
Now, I... can you sing?
I can hum a little, Your Honour.
What?
Hum.
Hum.
Yes.
Well, it says nothing.
Very well.
Hum this.
It's a little ditty.
A rather pretty little ditty, which I have composed especially for the use of the role
of Navy, you see.
It is designed to encourage independence of thought and action among the lower branches,
you see, and teach the principle that the British sailor is every man's equal, except
mine.
Of course.
And now, Captain...
Corcoran.
I was about to say that.
May I have a word with you, please, in private in your cabin?
On a matter, a subject which is both tender and sentimental.
You understand?
Aye, aye, Sir.
Yes.
Well, well.
Hum.
Hum.
Thank you.
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to the ship's company at Dumb and Bell?
Hooray!
Make pardon.
If what, Your Honor?
If what?
I don't think I understand you.
If yes, please, Your...
What?
Yes.
The gentleman is quite right.
If you please.
If you please.
That's better.
For I hold it overseas, the expression, if you please, a particularly tenderly told
in class.
And so do we, sister, that is, cousin, that is all.
And so do we, sister, that is, cousin, that is all.
Sister, that is, cousin, that is, all.
I, Sir Joseph, a true gentleman, concious and considerate of the very homeless.
True.
But we are not the very homeless.
Sir Joseph has explained our true position to us.
And he says a British seaman is any man's equal excepting his.
And if Sir Joseph says that, is it not our duty to believe him?
Your Honor, old man, it's so is he.
He means well, but he doubt.
No.
When people have to obey other people's orders, equality's answer to that question.
If you infuriate the ship's company too far, I can't answer for being able to hold them
in.
It's a disgrace, my nut-wit.
It is a disgrace.
Mess, mates.
My mind's made up.
I'll talk to the captain's daughter and tell her, like an honest man, of the honest love
I have for her.
Is not my love as good as another's?
Is not my heart as true as another's?
Have not hands and eyes and ears and limbs like another's?
True, I lack birth.
You've got a buff in board this very ship.
Well said.
I have forgotten that.
Mess, mates, what do you say?
Do you prove my determination?
We do.
Oy, now what is to be done with this hopeless lad here?
Let's sing him the song that Sir Joseph has kindly composed for us.
Maybe it'll help to bring the poor lad to some sense.
A British man is a spoiling soul, as we as a mountain bird.
His energetic face should be ready to resist a dictatorial bird.
His nose should not hurt, and his lips should burn.
His cheeks should flame well, and his brow should frown.
His bosom should be deep, and his heart should touch, and his face be ever ready for the knock of a law.
His nose should pass, and his lips should curl.
His cheeks should flame, and his brow should frown.
His bosom should be deep, and his heart should blow.
And his face be ever ready for the knock of a law.
Ah, it's absolutely necessary to blast the whole fight.
But Sir Joseph...
Oh, but Sir Joseph, that's a foul man.
What did he wrote?
His eyes should flash with a hint of fire.
His brow is only wrong.
He never should bow down, who are domineering found, on the tang of a tyrant's tongue.
His boots should stand, and his throat should roll.
His hair should curl, and his face should frown.
His breast should be red, and his breast should be ever ready for the knock of a law.
His boots should stand, and his throat should roll.
His hair should curl, and his face should frown.
His eyes should flash, and his breast should be ever ready for the knock of a law.
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It's useless.
Sir Joseph's attention's nauseating me.
I know he's 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 wouldn't dare to teach my dear father to dance a hornpipe on the cabin table.
Rafe Rackstraw.
Aye, lady, no other than poor Rafe Rackstraw.
Oh, how my heart beats. And why, poor Rafe?
I am poor in the essence of happiness, lady, rich only in never-ending unrest. In me, then, eat 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.
Perfectly. His simple eloquence goes to my heart. Oh, if I dared! But no, the thought is madness.
Dismiss these foolish fancies. They torture you but needlessly.
Oh.
Oh, come, make one effort.
I will. One.
Josephine.
Sir.
Why, though Jove's armory 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, for chance, 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.
Sir, this audacity.
Oh, my heart, my beating heart.
This unwarrantable presumption on the part of a common sailor.
Common? Oh, the irony of the word.
Oh, sir, you forget the disparity in our ranks.
I forget nothing, haughty lady. I love you desperately. My life is in your hands. 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.
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.
Refrain, audacious heart, your super dressing. Remember what you are and whom addressing.
I'd love my rent to scorn union holy, Were he more highly born, or I more lonely.
I'd love my rent to scorn union holy, Were he more highly born, or I more lonely.
Proud lady, have your way, unfeeling beauty. You speak and I obey. It is my duty.
I am the lowliest tar that sails the water, And you, proud maiden, are my captain's daughter.
Proud lady, have your way, you speak and I obey. My heart with anguish gone bows down before her.
She loves my love to scorn, yet I adore her. My heart with anguish gone bows down before her.
She loves my love to scorn, yet I adore her.
Refrain, audacious heart, your super dressing. The lady has her way, unfeeling beauty.
My heart with anguish gone bows down before her. She loves my love to scorn, yet I adore her.
Can I survive this overbearing, or live a life of mad despairing? My propered love despised, rejected.
No, no, it's not to be expected. Best maid, Sahoy, come here, come here.
Aye, aye, Sahoy, for cheer, for cheer. Now, when the bravely night be made, what will she say? For cheer, for cheer.
The maiden treats my suit with scorn, rejects my humble gift. My lady, she says I am ignobly born, and cuts my hopes adrift. My lady.
Oh, cruel one, oh cruel one. She's burned your suit, oh, oh, oh, oh. Admole yourself, admole yourself.
Shall we submit? Are we the slaves? Now comes the life to hide and grow. With Daniel's tail and through the waves, and shall we come to the end of the world? No, no.
You must submit, you are but slaves, the lady, she, oh, oh, oh. You loli toilers of the wave, she's burned you all, I told you so.
Shall we submit? Are we the slaves? Now comes the life to hide and grow. With Daniel's tail and through the waves, and shall we come to the end of the world? No, no.
My friends, my leave of life I'm chasing. Oh, my heart, my heart is braving. When I am gone, oh, pretty tell the maid that as I died, I loved her well.
Come, my virgin, this is aiding. Oh, heart, this faithful heart is braving. When he is gone, oh, pretty tell the maid that as he died, he loved her well.
Be warned, my mess-mates, all who love in rank above you, for Josephine I fall.
Oh, stay your hand, I love you. Oh, stay your hand, he loves you. Loves me? Loves you.
Yes, yes, oh, yes, she loves you.
Oh, joy, oh, rapture unforeseen, for now the sky is all stirring. The thought of David, your love, has hung his ensign high above. The sky is all ablaze. With wooing words and loving song, we'll chase the lagging hour off. And if we find the maid, it might kill man and force him all to strike.
We'll run away.
We think his one is Josephine, but though the sky is now stirring, a frowning thunderbolt above may end their ill-assorted love, which now is all ablaze. Our captain, ere the day is gone, will be extremely down upon the wicked men who are deployed to make his Josephine less coy and many, many swipes.
Oh, joy, oh, rapture unforeseen, for now the sky is all stirring. The thought of David, your love, has hung his ensign high above. The sky is all ablaze.
This very night, with bedding, bread and muckled oar, we are unlocked, astill, and damp, we'll steal the shore, our clergyman shall make us one, and must us take, and then we can return for nigh, and must them take.
This very night, with bedding, bread and muckled oar, we are unlocked, astill, and damp, we'll steal the shore, our clergyman shall make us one, and must them take, and then we can return for nigh, and must them take.
This very night, with bedding, bread and muckled oar, we are unlocked, astill, and damp, we'll steal the shore, our clergyman shall make us one, and must them take, and then we can return for nigh, and must them take.
Not then, not then, friend.
Go there, not carry out the scheme you've planned. She is a lady, you a poor bastand. Remember, she's your gallant captain's daughter, and you a meaner slave that crawls the water.
Back, hurly, back, you chomps us!
And when we get away, the fight will come to an end, you say, and when we go, and go, and go, and go, and go, and go, and go, and go, and go.
And when we get away, the fight will come to an end, you say, and when we go, and go, and go, and go, and go, and go, and go.
And when we get away, the fight will come to an end, you say, and when we go, and go, and go, and go, and go, and go, and go.
His nose should pant, and his lips should curve, his cheek should play, and his brow should furrow, his bosom should be very hard to grow, and his wispy ear were ready for a mouth-to-mouth.
And when we get away, the fight will come to an end, you say, and when we go, and go, and go, and go, and go, and go.
His nose should pant, and his lips should curve, his cheek should play, and his wispy ear were ready for a mouth-to-mouth.
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Introducing Gospel Music's newest star, this is Carol Baker.
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Why me, Lord?
How great thou art!
You'll love Whispering Hope.
Sixteen inspirational favourites.
One day at a time.
You can't be a beacon if your light don't shine.
Peace in the valley, amazing grace.
The old rugged cross.
It is no secret what God can do.
You light up my life.
Hymns of Gold, a refreshing new album from Carol Baker.
This is the first time Carol has sung this song.
It's been a long time.
You can't be a beacon if your light don't shine.
You'll love Whispering Hope.
Sixteen inspirational favourites.
One day at a time.
it's time, our Savior who is Christ alone, and this shall be thy sign.
Oh, glory be to God, our God, and to thee and be peace,
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Fair moon, to thee I sing, bright regent of the heavens.
Say, why is everything, either at sixes or at sevens,
I have lived hitherto?
Free from the breath of slander, beloved by all my crew,
a really popular commander, but now my kindly crew rebel.
My daughter to a tiresome, the Jews have stormed and sad to tell,
he threatens a cold marshal.
Fair moon, to thee I sing, bright regent of the heavens.
Say, why is everything, either at sixes or at sevens,
Fair moon, to thee I sing, bright regent of the heavens.
How sweetly he carols forth his melody to the unconscious moon.
Of whom is he thinking?
Of some high-born beauty, if they be.
Oh, it's poor little Buttercup that she should expect his grounds to fall on one so lowly.
And yet if he knew, if he only knew.
Ah, little Buttercup, still on board.
That is not quite right, little one.
It would have been more respectable to have gone on shore dust.
Oh, true, dear Captain, but the recollection of your sad pale face
seemed to chain me to the ship.
Oh, I would fain see you smile before I go.
Ah, little Buttercup, I fear it will be long before I recover my accustomed cheerfulness.
All misfortunes crawl upon me, and all my old friends seem to have turned against me.
Oh, no, dear Captain, not all, that were unjust to one at least.
True, for you are staunch to me.
If ever I gave my heart again, me thinks it would lead to such a one as this.
I am touched to the heart by your innocent regard, aren't I?
And were we differently situated, I think I could have returned it.
But as it is, I fear, I can never be more to you than friend.
I understand.
You hold aloof from me because you are rich and lofty, and I poor and lowly.
But take care, the poor bumboatwoman has gypsy blood in her veins,
and she can read destinies.
Destinies?
There is a change in store for you.
A change?
Aye, be prepared.
Things as held them what they seem, skim milk masquerades as cream,
pilous parts as painted leathers, a jackdaw's thrusting the beak of feathers.
Very true, so they do.
Black sheep dwell in every fold, all that glitters is not gold,
storks turn out to be but logs, bulls are but inflated frogs.
So they be frequently.
Throbs the wind and stalks the mill, turpeth is a vicious brill,
gilded the parthing if you will, yet it is a parthing still.
Yes, I know that is so, thought to catch a drip I'm striving,
it is shady, it is shady, I don't see at what you're driving,
Mr. Gladiator, Mr. Gladiator.
Storks are big, some gawking him stealing,
back the mystical lady he's stealing,
in a rack you're not removing.
Yes, I know.
That is so.
Though I'm anything but clever, I could talk like that forever.
Once a cat was killed by care, only brave deserve the fare.
Very true, so they do.
Wink is often good as nod, spoils the child who spares the rod,
thirsty lambs run foxy dangers, dogs are hound in many majors.
Frequently, I agree.
Poor cats, the chest of snatchers, worn out garments show new patches,
only cows the chick that hatches, men are grown up, care to catch us.
Yes, I know.
That is so, though to catch my drip is striving,
I'm assembled, I am assembled,
and this is at what time stride, let it ramble, let it ramble.
Though a misty throne I'll borrow,
he will land us, ruin his sorrow,
here to play, and gone to borrow.
Yes, I know.
That is so.
I'm assembled, I am assembled,
let it ramble, let it ramble,
let it ramble.
Yes, I know.
That is so.
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Incomprehensible as her utterances are,
I nevertheless feel that they are dictated by sincere regard for me.
But to what new misery is she referring? Time alone can tell.
Ah, Captain Corkscrew!
A corkran, sir!
Please don't argue.
Look, I am much disappointed in your daughter. In fact, I do not think she will do.
She will do, Sir Joseph.
I'm afraid not.
Although I've urged my suit with as much eloquence as is consistent with an official utterance,
I have done so hitherto and thither too, too, without success.
Now, how do you account for that?
Really, Sir Joseph, I can hardly say.
Josephine is, of course, sensible of your condescension.
Well, naturally she would be, yes.
It could be your exalted rank dazzle, sir.
Ah, you think it likely.
I can hardly say, but she is a modest girl, and of course her social position is far below your own.
True, true.
It may be she feels she is not worthy of your...
Ah, yes! That is really a very sensible suggestion.
It displays more knowledge of human nature than I had given you credit for.
Ah, she... she comes, she comes.
Sir Joseph, if you would kindly reason with her and assure her officially
that it is a standing rule of the Admiralty that love levels all ranks,
her respect for an official actress might induce her to look upon your offer in its proper light.
Yes, it is not unlikely.
I will adopt your suggestion.
But sop, here she comes.
Now, be quiet, you understand?
And we will withdraw and watch our opportunity.
I told you to be quiet!
Yes, sir.
Oh, dear!
Oh, dear!
Oh, dear!
Oh, dear!
Oh, dear!
Oh, dear!
Oh, dear!
Oh, dear!
Oh, dear!
Ah, madam!
It has been represented to me by him that you are appalled by my exalted rank.
Well, now, I desire to convey to you officially my assurance
that if your hesitation is indeed attributable to this circumstance, it is uncalled for.
Oh, then your lordship is of opinion that marriage happiness is not inconsistent with discrepancy and rouse.
I'm officially of that opinion.
That the high and the lowly may be truly happy together,
provided that they truly love one another.
I desire to convey to you officially my opinion that love is a platform upon which all ranks meet.
Why, thank you, Sir Joseph.
Not at all, not at all.
I did hesitate, but I shall hesitate no longer.
Go on.
He little thinks how eloquently he has pleaded his rival's cause.
Never mind the why and wherefore, love can never rank them therefor,
though his lordship's state is mighty, though stupendous be his praise,
though her tastes are mean and sly, and her fortune poor and plain.
Ring the merry bells on Lordship, ring the air with wobbly wire,
and pour the union of his lordship,
and a humble captain's child for her humble captain's daughter,
or a gallant captain's daughter,
and Lord who rules the water,
and at the top of flowers the water.
Let the air with joy be laden, and let the sun to care above,
for the union of a maiden with the man who owns her love.
Never mind the why and wherefore, love can never rank them therefor,
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Let the air with joy be laden, and let the sun to care above,
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Never mind the why and wherefore, love can never rank them therefor,
I admit the jurisdiction may be abut made of art,
you have carried firm conviction to my hesitating heart.
Ring the merry bells on Lordship, ring the air with wobbly wire,
pour the union of his lordship,
with a humble captain's child for a humble captain's daughter,
for a gallant captain's daughter,
and Lord who rules the water,
and at the top of flowers the water.
Ring the air with joy be laden, ring the merry bells on Lordship,
ring the air with joy be laden, pour the union with his lordship,
ring the air above all the men who love her love,
ring the air above all the men who love her love.
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My dear Captain Cockhye, please don't be tiresome.
It is one of the happiest characteristics of our country
that our official utterance is invariably regarded as unanswerable.
At last, at last, at last, my fondest hopes are to be crowned.
My only daughter Josephine is to be crowned.
The bride, bride of a cabinet minister, the prospect is Elysian.
It's Elysian. Elysian.
Ah! Captain! Dick Dead Eye, you here?
Ah, don't shriek from me, Captain.
I'm unpleasant to look at, to meet names and kin meet.
But I ain't as bad as I seem. What would you with me?
I've come to give you warning.
Ah, warning. Listen.
Kind Captain, I've been fortunate to meet the maiden.
Sing hey, the kind commander that you are.
About a certain intermettri nation.
Sing hey, the merry maiden and the ta.
The merry, merry maiden, the merry, merry maiden.
Sing hey, the merry maiden and the ta.
Good fellow, incunantant, you are speaking.
Sing hey, the mystic sailor that you are.
The answer to them vainly I am seeking.
Sing hey, the merry maiden and the ta.
The merry, merry maiden, the merry, merry maiden.
Sing hey, the merry maiden and the ta.
Kind Captain, you young lady in the side.
Sing hey, the simple captain that you are.
This merry night with Frank's thought to be bright.
Sing hey, the merry maiden and the ta.
The merry, merry maiden, the merry, merry maiden.
The fashion maiden and the ta.
Good fellow, you have given timely warning.
Sing hey, the thoughtful sailor that you are.
I'll talk to Master Rackaw in the morning.
Sing hey, the catadine tales and the ta.
The merry catadine tales, the merry catadine tales.
The merry catadine tales and the ta.
Ah, dig, did I.
I thank you for your timely warning.
I will once take my big haste to address the flight.
This boat, look.
The ship is in the ample disguise.
They're foiled.
Foiled.
Foiled.
Carefully up to the ceiling.
Breathing gently as we may.
Every step with caution, be careful.
We will not be seen by way.
Goodness me, why, what was that?
Silently, it was the cat.
It was, it was the cat.
Right, it was the cat.
The shorty that shall stay.
I will defray the bear.
For the clerk, Kim, and his ready.
To you, and I, a happy bear.
Goodness me, why, what was that?
Silently, it was the cat.
It was, it was the cat.
Right, it was the cat.
Every step with caution, be careful.
We will not be seen by way.
Every step with caution, be careful.
We will not be seen by way.
Hold.
Pretty daughter of mine, I insist upon knowing
where you may be going with these sons of the bride.
Oh, my excellent crew, the foes, they could company
a scarcely fit company, my daughter, for you.
Your heart, my best crew, the foes, we could company
a scarcely fit company, my lady, I do.
Proud officer, that haughty lip unfurl.
Bane man, suppress that supercilious sneer.
For I have death to allow you, a merciless girl.
A fact well known to all, my breast makes clear.
Oh, horror!
She, humble, poor, and lowly-born,
a meanest, immopore division,
a butt of epaulets and scorn,
a muck of poor, sadistic division,
has dared to raise his wormy life
above the dust to which you're closing,
in man who's brought it right to rise.
Here's a man, a foolish man,
behold him, here's a foolish man.
Here's a foolish man.
Oh, he's hip-sippin' said it,
and he's greatly to his credit.
Here's a foolish man.
Here's a foolish man.
For he might have been a russian,
a French, or a Jack, or a Trushan,
or perhaps a Italian.
Or perhaps a Italian.
But it's like the old temptations
who belong to other nations.
Here remains a foolish man.
Here remains a foolish man.
Oh, it's like the old temptations
who belong to other nations.
Here remains a foolish man.
Here remains a foolish man.
In uttering a reprobation to any religious thought,
I tried to speak with marred veneration,
but you have gone too far.
I'm very sorry to disparage
your humble forebast lad
to seek your captain's child in marriage.
Oh, Derry is too bad!
Oh, Derry is too bad!
Oh, Derry is too bad!
Did you hear? Did you hear?
Oh, the monster, oh, the bearer,
little Derry, little Derry,
he is marrying, he is marrying.
My pain and my distress,
I find it is not easy to express.
My amazement, my surprise,
you may learn from the expression in my eyes.
My lord, one word is tax for not the food.
The word was injudicious, I allow.
Oh!
But hear my explanation, I implore you,
and you will be indignant to I bow.
I will hear of no defense.
Ha! Attempt none!
If you're sensible,
this word of evil sense,
is wholly indefensible.
Don't fidget.
Go, rebel, get you hence,
to your cabin with celerity.
This, this is the consequence
of ill-advised
asperity.
This is the consequence
of ill-advised asperity.
For I'll teach you all,
to refrain from language drama,
for I haven't any sympathy with ill-bred talks.
For he is an Englishman,
for he himself has tenues,
and is crazy to his credit,
and he is an Englishman,
and he is an Englishman.
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Now my fine fellow, will you come here?
For you are a fine fellow, are you not?
Yes, Your Honour.
Now tell me, how come your captain
who is the captain of the Little Golden Book Library
is not here?
He's not here.
How come your captain
so far to forget himself
has to behave like that?
You gave him no cause
for a noise, did you?
Please, Your Honour, it was thus wise.
Which wise?
Thus wise.
You see, I'm only a topman, a mere foremasked hand.
Oh, you mustn't be ashamed of that.
Your position as a topman is the most exalted one.
Yes, yes, yes!
Well, Your Honour,
love burns as brightly in the foc'sle
as a quarter deck.
Josephine is the fairest flower
that ever blossomed upon the tree
of a poor fellow's wildest hopes.
Darling!
What? What?
And again I say what?
She is the figurehead of my ship of life,
the bright beacon that guides me
into my port of happiness,
the rarest, the purest gem that ever sparkled
on a poor but worthy fellow's trusting brow.
Oh, pretty fairy pretty!
Oh, ah, ah!
And again I say ah!
And again, ah!
Oh, you, insolent!
Mariner, you!
You shall repents you this outrage!
Clap him!
Clap him in hands!
Oh, spare him, Sir Josephine,
I love him tenderly.
Oh, pray don't, madam.
I shall teach this presumptuous mariner
to discipline his affections.
Have we by chance
a kind of jumble on board?
We have!
Yes, they have!
Well, you, ah, ah,
shut up!
Now, load him in irons.
No, not him!
Him!
Now, load him in irons and show him below.
Take him there at once!
Right.
Ah!
Oh!
That's her!
Farewell, my own,
light of my life, farewell!
For crime unknown,
I go to a dungeon cell.
I will atone,
in a real time farewell,
endure a horrible rejoice
in your dungeon cell.
Abode, abode,
I'll pick with the sail of hell.
Let him be shown at once
to his dungeon cell.
He'll hear no code,
nor afraid that he'll ask nowhere.
No telephone
communicates with his cell.
But when he's known,
or the secret I have to tell,
wide will be thrown
the door of his dungeon cell.
He'll hear no code,
nor afraid that he'll ask nowhere.
For crime unknown,
he goes to a dungeon,
a dungeon cell.
My pain and my distress,
again it is not easy to explain.
My amazement, my surprise,
again we discover in my eyes.
How terrible the aspect of his life!
Hold!
Whereupon your loss you lay much stress,
a long concealed crime
I would confess.
Many years ago,
when I was young and charming,
some of you may know,
I practiced baby farming.
Now this is not that loving,
when she was young and charming,
she practiced baby farming
many years ago.
To tender babes I must,
one was of low condition,
the other half accursed,
a regular patrician.
Now this is not position,
one was of low condition,
the other half accursed,
many years ago.
Oh bitter is my carp,
however could I do it,
I mixed those children up,
and not a creature knew it.
However could you do it,
some day no doubt you'll do it,
although no creature knew it,
so many years ago.
In time its legal way,
forsook his foster mother,
the well-born babe was raped,
the captain was the other.
They left their foster mother,
the one was raped her brother,
the captain was the other,
but many years ago.
Oh there, there, there,
oh there, there, there,
ever so there, there, there.
Oh no.
Am I to understand then,
that Rafe and the captain were exchanged
in childhood's happy hours?
Oh I see.
Now let me get this absolutely correct.
Now Rafe who was the captain,
no wasn't, no he wasn't the captain,
yes, ah, now he is,
he wasn't the start though,
because in the first, was he born?
Yes he was born.
But the captain wasn't, yes he was just,
together, and of course you changed them,
and the captain, oh I understand precisely.
Well that's the idea,
I intended to convey officially.
And very well you have conveyed it Miss Buttercup.
Oh thank you your honour.
Yes, where is she going?
Oh yes, well there you are.
She must be exhausted, have a nice nap.
Very well, let them both be brought before me now.
My father a common sailor.
Is it sad?
Oh, well, this of a singular occurrence,
my compliments to both of you,
desire that splendid seaman to be brought forward.
Corcoran, three paces to the front, march.
If what?
I don't quite understand.
What?
Yes, yes the gentleman's quite right,
if you please.
If you please.
That's better.
Well my fine fellow, because you are a fine fellow are you not?
Yes, now it appears apparently,
that you are Rafe,
and Rafe is the captain.
So it seems your honour.
Yes, well of course you appreciate that this,
after this change shall we put it in your condition,
a marriage to your daughter would be out of the question.
Oh don't say that your honour.
I've just said it haven't I?
But love levers all rank.
Well it does to a considerable extent,
but it does not lever it as much as all that.
Now sir, take her and treat her kindly.
Oh bliss, oh rapture,
oh rapture, oh bliss.
Oh sorry, sorry, sad my lot and sorry.
I, I cannot live alone.
Fear nothing, while I live I'll not desert you.
No thank you very much, don't bother.
Oh Sue, then comfort your declining days.
Oh very well then.
Tomorrow morning our vows shall all be plighted,
three loving pairs on the same day.
Oh, the old man says.
Oh joy, oh rapture, unforeseen,
thy child, the sky is doused.
A river, God of fear, the oar,
both of us have run,
the wind's side, higher, but the sky is o'er the plain.
We've been going round and round,
and we've been going round and round,
and we've been going round and round,
and deep behind the bay is white kelp,
and the fog is calling,
it's leaving from the bay.
For he's the captain of the pinnacle,
and the rifle and captain too.
And though before my fall I was captain of you all,
I'm a member of the crew.
And though before his fall he was captain of us all,
he's a member of the crew.
I shall marry with a wife in my humble rake of life,
and you my own are she.
I must wander to and fro, but wherever I may go,
I shall never be untrue to thee.
What never?
No, never.
What never?
Hardly ever.
Hardly ever be untrue to thee.
Give three cheers and one cheer more,
for the former captain of the pinnacle.
Give three cheers and one cheer more,
for the captain of the pinnacle.
For he loves little buttercups,
dear little buttercup,
though I could never tell why.
But still he loved buttercup,
poor little buttercup,
sweet little buttercup, I.
For he loves little buttercups,
dear little buttercups,
though I can never tell why.
But still he loves buttercups,
dear little buttercups,
sweet little buttercups, I.
And the monarch of the sea, and when I've married thee, I'll be true to the devotion which my love influxed.
Then good-bye to your sisters and your cousins and your aunts, especially your cousins whom you reckon up by dozens.
Then good-bye to your sisters and your cousins and your aunts, especially your cousins whom you reckon up by dozens.
Then good-bye to your sisters and your aunts, especially your cousins whom you reckon up by dozens.
Then good-bye to your sisters and your aunts, especially your cousins whom you reckon up by dozens.
Then good-bye to your sisters and your cousins whom you reckon up by dozens.