时间：1959-01-01
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Act 2 - Carefully on tip-toe...He is an Englishman - D'Oyly Carte Opera Company/Donald Adams/Jean Hindmarsh/Jeffrey Skitch/Thomas Round/George Cook/Joyce Wright/John Reed/D'Oyly Carte Opera Chorus/New Symphony Orchestra Of London/Isidore Godfrey
Lyrics by：William Schwenck Gilbert
Composed by：Arthur Sullivan
Carefully on tiptoe stealing
Breathing gently as we may
Every step with caution feeling
We will softly steal away
Goodness me
Why what was that
Silent be
It was the cat
It was it was the cat
They're right it was the cat
Pull ashore in fashion steady
Hymen will defray the fare
For a clergyman is ready
To unite the happy pair
Goodness me
Why what was that
Silent be
Again the cat
It was again that cat
They're right it was the cat
Ev'ry step with caution feeling
We will softly steal away
Ev'ry step with caution feeling
We will softly steal away
Hold
Pretty daughter of mine
I insist upon knowing
Where you may be going
With these sons of the brine
For my excellent crew
Though foes they could thump any
Are scarcely fit company
My daughter for you
Now hark at that do
Though foes we could thump any
We are scarcely fit company
For a lady like you
Proud officer that haughty lip uncurl
Vain man suppress that supercilious sneer
For I have dared to love your matchless girl
A fact well known to all my messmates here
Oh horror
I humble poor and lowly born
The meanest in the port division
The butt of epauletted scorn
The mark of quarter-deck derision
Have dared to raise my wormy eyes
Above the dust to which you'd mould me
In manhood's glorious pride to rise
I am an Englishman behold me
He is an Englishman
He is an Englishman
For he himself has said it
And it's greatly to his credit
That he is an Englishman
That he is an Englishman
For he might have been a Roosian
A French or Turk or Proosian
Or perhaps Itali-an
Or perhaps Itali-an
But in spite of all temptations
To belong to other nations
He remains an Englishman
He remains an Englishman
For in spite of all temptations
To belong to other nations
He remains an Englishman
He remains an Englishman
In uttering a reprobation
To any British tar
I try to speak with moderation
But you have gone too far
I'm very sorry to disparage
A humble foremast lad
But to seek your captain's child in marriage
Why damme it's too bad
Oh
Yes damme it's too bad
Oh
Yes damme it's too bad
Did you hear him
Did you hear him
Oh the monster overbearing
Don't go near him
Don't go near him
He is swearing
He is swearing
My pain and my distress
I find it is not easy to express
My amazement my surprise
You may learn from the expression of my eyes
My lord one word the facts are not before you
The word was injudicious I allow
But hear my explanation I implore you
And you will be indignant too I vow
I will hear of no defence
Attempt none if you're sensible
That word of evil sense
Is wholly indefensible
Go ribald get you hence
To your cabin with celerity
This is the consequence
Of ill-advised asperity
This is the consequence
Of ill-advised asperity
For I'll teach you all ere long
To refrain from language strong
For I haven't any sympathy for ill-bred taunts
No more have his sisters nor his cousins nor his aunts
No more have his sisters nor his cousins nor his aunts
No more have his sisters nor his cousins nor his aunts
His cousins nor his sisters
Whom he reckons up by dozens or his aunts
For he is an Englishman
For he himself has said it
And it's greatly to his credit
That he is an Englishman
That he is an Englishman
Now tell me my fine fellow for you are a fine fellow
Yes your honour
How came your captain so far to forget himself
I am quite sure
You had given him no cause for annoyance
Please your honour it was thus-wise
You see I'm only a topman
A mere foremast hand
Don't be ashamed of that
Your position as a topman is a very exalted one
Well your honour
Love burns as brightly in the fo'c'sle as it does on the quarter-deck
And Josephine is the fairest bud that ever blossomed
Upon the tree of a poor fellow's wildest hopes
Darling
She is the figurehead of my ship of life the bright beacon that
Guides me into my port of happiness
That the rarest the purest gem that ever sparkled on a poor
But worthy fellow's trusting brow
Very pretty very pretty
Insolent sailor you shall repent this outrage
Seize him
Oh Sir Joseph spare him for I love him tenderly
Pray don't
I will teach this presumptuous mariner to discipline his affections
Have you such a thing as a dungeon on board
We have
They have
Then load him with chains and take him there at once
