Luyện nghe bài hát No Churchman Am I

No am I
(Robert Burns)
I
No am I for to rail and to write,
No nor Soldier to plot or to fight,
No sly Man of contriving a snare,
For a bottle's the whole of my care.
II
The Peer I don't envy, I him his bow;
I scorn not the Peasant, ever so low;
But a club of good fellows, those that are here,
And a bottle like this, are my and care.
III
Here passes the on his brother-his horse;
There per Centum, the Cit with his purse;
But see you the Crown how it in the air,
There a big-belly'd still eases my care.
IV
The of my bosom, alas! she did die;
For consolation to church I did fly;
I found that old proved it fair,
That a big-belly'd bottle's a for all care.
V
I was persuaded a venture to make;
A letter inform'd me that all was to
But the pursy old landlord just waddl'd up
With a glorious that ended my cares.
VI
cares they are comforts, a maxim laid down
By the Bard, what d'ye call him, that the black gown;
And I agree with the old prig to a hair;
For a big-belly'd bottle's a o care.
A Stanza added in a Masonic
fill up a bumper and make it o'erflow,
And honours masonic prepare for to
May true brother of th' compass and square
Have a big bottle when harassd with care.
In III, the crown refers to a tavern sign in Mauchline, the motto
of Sir J arms, "D'en Haut".
In VI, opening quote from Young's Thoughts.
Tune: Prepare, my dear brethern, to the tavern fly (27)
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