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 contriving a snare,
For a big-belly'd the whole of my care.
II
The I don't envy, I give him his bow;
I scorn not the Peasant, tho' ever so
But a club of good fellows, like that are here,
And a bottle like this, are my and care.
III
Here the Squire 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 bottle still my care.
IV
The of my bosom, alas! she did die;
For sweet consolation to church I did
I that old Solomon proved it fair,
That a big-belly'd a cure for all care.
V
I once was persuaded a venture to
A inform'd me that all was to wreck;
But the pursy old landlord just up stairs
With a glorious bottle ended my cares.
VI
Life's cares they are comforts, a maxim down
By the Bard, d'ye call him, that wore the black gown;
And faith I agree with the old to a hair;
For a big-belly'd a heaven o care.
A Stanza added in a Lodge:
fill up a bumper and make it o'erflow,
And masonic prepare for to throw;
May every brother of th' compass and square
Have a big belly'd when harassd with care.
In III, the crown refers to a tavern sign in Mauchline, sporting the
of Sir J arms, "D'en Haut".
In VI, opening quote from Young's Thoughts.
Prepare, my dear brethern, to the tavern let's fly (27)
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