Luyện nghe bài hát No Churchman Am I

No am I
(Robert Burns)
I
No am I for to rail and to write,
No Statesman nor to plot or to fight,
No sly Man of contriving a snare,
For a bottle's 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, those that are here,
And a bottle like this, are my and care.
III
passes the Squire on his brother-his horse;
There Centum per Centum, the Cit with his
But see you the Crown how it in the air,
There a bottle still eases my care.
IV
The wife of my bosom, alas! she did
For sweet to church I did fly;
I found that old Solomon it fair,
That a bottle's a cure for all care.
V
I once was persuaded a venture to
A letter inform'd me all was to wreck;
But the pursy old landlord just up stairs
a glorious bottle that ended my cares.
VI
Life's cares they are comforts, a maxim laid
By the Bard, what d'ye call him, that wore the gown;
And faith I agree with the old prig to a
For a big-belly'd bottle's a o care.
A Stanza in a Masonic Lodge:
Then fill up a bumper and it o'erflow,
And masonic prepare for to throw;
May every true brother of th' compass and
Have a big belly'd bottle when with care.
In III, the crown refers to a tavern in Mauchline, sporting 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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