时间：1959-01-01
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Act 1 - When I was a lad - D'Oyly Carte Opera Company/John Reed/D'Oyly Carte Opera Chorus/New Symphony Orchestra Of London/Isidore Godfrey
Lyrics by：William Schwenck Gilbert
Composed by：Arthur Sullivan
When I was a lad I served a term
As office boy to an Attorney's firm
I cleaned the windows and I swept the floor
And I polished up the handle of the big front door
He polished up the handle of the big front door
I polished up that handle so carefullee
That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee
He polished up that handle so carefullee
That now he is the ruler of the Queen's Navee
As office boy I made such a mark
That they gave me the post of a junior clerk
I served the writs with a smile so bland
And I copied all the letters in a big round hand
He copied all the letters in a big round hand
I copied all the letters in a hand so free
That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee
He copied all the letters in a hand so free
That now he is the Ruler of the Queen's Navee
In serving writs I made such a name
That an articled clerk I soon became
I wore clean collars and a brand-new suit
For the pass examination at the Institute
For the pass examination at the Institute
That pass examination did so well for me
That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee
That pass examination did so well for he
That now he is the Ruler of the Queen's Navee
Of legal knowledge I acquired such a grip
That they took me into the partnership
And that junior partnership I ween
Was the only ship that I ever had seen
Was the only ship that he ever had seen
But that kind of ship so suited me
That now I am the ruler of the Queen's Navee
But that kind of ship so suited he
That now he is the ruler of the Queen's Navee
I grew so rich that I was sent
By a pocket borough into Parliament
I always voted at my party's call
And I never thought of thinking for myself at all
He never thought of thinking for himself at all
I thought so little they rewarded me
By making me the Ruler of the Queen's Navee
He thought so little they rewarded he
By making him the Ruler of the Queen's Navee
Now landsmen all whoever you 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 guided by this golden rule
Be careful to be guided by this golden rule
Stick close to your desks and never go to sea
And you all may be rulers of the Queen's Navee
Stick close to your desks and never go to sea
And you all may be rulers of the Queen's Navee
You've a remarkably fine crew Captain Corcoran
It is a fine crew Sir Joseph
A British sailor is a splendid fellow Captain Corcoran
A splendid fellow indeed Sir Joseph
I hope you treat your crew kindly Captain Corcoran
Indeed I hope so Sir Joseph
Never forget that they are the bulwarks of England's greatness
Captain Corcoran
So I have always considered them Sir Joseph
No bullying I trust no strong language of any kind eh
Oh never Sir Joseph
What never
Hardly ever Sir Joseph
They are an excellent crew and do their work thoroughly without it
Don't patronise them sir pray don't patronise them
Certainly not Sir Joseph
That you are their captain is an accident of birth
I cannot permit these noble fellows to be patronised
Because an accident of birth has placed you above them and them below you
I am the last person to insult a British sailor Sir Joseph
You are the last person who did Captain Corcoran
Desire that splendid seaman to step forward
No no the other splendid seaman
Ralph Rackstraw three paces to the front March
If what I beg your pardon I don't think I understand you
If you please
Oh yes of course
If you please
You're a remarkably fine fellow
Yes your honour
And a first-rate seaman I'll be bound
There's not a smarter topman in the Navy your honour
Though I say it who shouldn't
Not at all
Proper self-respect nothing more
Can you dance
A hornpipe
No your honour
That's a pity：all sailors should dance hornpipes
I will teach ou one this evening after dinner
Now tell me don't be afraid how does your captain treat you eh
A better captain don't walk the deck your honour
Aye
Good
I like to hear you speak well of your commanding officer
I daresay he don't deserve it but still it does you credit
Can you sing
I can hum a little your honour
Then hum this at your leisure
It is a song that I have composed for the use of the Royal Navy
It is designed to encourage independence of thought and action
In the Ower branches of the service
And to teach the principle that a British sailor is any man's equal
Excepting mine
Now Captain Corcoran
A word with you in your cabin on a tender and sentimental subject
Aye aye Sir Joseph
Boatswain in commemoration of this joyous occasion
See that extra grog is served out to the ship's company at seven bells
Beg pardon
If what your honour
If what
I don't think I understand you
If you please your honour
What
The gentleman is quite right
If you please
If you please
For I hold that on the seas
The expression"if you please"
A particularly gentlemanly tone implants
And so do his sisters and his cousins and his aunts
And so do his sisters and his cousins and his aunts
His sisters and his cousins
Whom he reckons up by dozens
And his aunts
Ah Sir Joseph's a true gentleman courteous and considerate to the very humblest
True Boatswain but we are not the very humblest
Sir Joseph has explained our true position to us
As 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
Well spoke well spoke
You're on a wrong tack and so is he
He means well but he don't know
When people have to obey other people's orders equality's out of the question
Horrible horrible
Deadeye if you go for to infuriate this here ship's company too far
I won't answer for being able to hold 'em in
I'm shocked that's what I am - shocked
Messmates my mind's made up
I'll speak to the captain's daughter
And tell her like an honest man of the honest love I have for her
Aye aye
Is not my love as good as another's
Is not my heart as true as another's
Have I not hands and eyes and ears and limbs like another
Aye Aye
True I lack birth
You've a berth on board this very ship
Well said - I had forgotten that
Messmates - what do you say
Do you approve my determination
We do
I don't
What is to be done with this here hopeless chap
Let us sing him the song
That Sir Joseph has kindly composed for us
Perhaps it will bring this here miserable
Creetur to a proper state of mind
