Luyện nghe bài hát No Churchman Am I

No am I
(Robert Burns)
I
No Churchman am I for to and to write,
No nor Soldier to plot or to fight,
No sly Man of business a snare,
For a big-belly'd the whole of my care.
II
The Peer I don't envy, I give him his
I not the Peasant, tho' ever so low;
But a club of fellows, like those that are here,
And a like this, are my glory and care.
III
Here passes the on his brother-his horse;
Centum per Centum, the Cit with his purse;
But see you the how it waves in the air,
There a big-belly'd bottle still my care.
IV
The wife of my bosom, alas! she did
For consolation to church I did fly;
I found that old Solomon it fair,
That a bottle's a cure for all care.
V
I was persuaded a venture to make;
A letter inform'd me all was to wreck;
But the pursy old landlord waddl'd up stairs
With a glorious bottle ended my cares.
VI
Life's they are comforts, a maxim laid down
By the Bard, what d'ye call him, wore 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 Lodge:
Then up a bumper and make it o'erflow,
And masonic prepare for to throw;
May every true 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 let's fly (27)
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