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 business a snare,
For a big-belly'd the whole of my care.
II
The Peer I don't envy, I him his bow;
I not the Peasant, tho' ever so low;
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 Centum per Centum, the Cit his purse;
But see you the how it waves in the air,
There a big-belly'd bottle eases my care.
IV
The wife of my bosom, alas! she did
For sweet consolation to I did fly;
I found old Solomon proved it fair,
That a bottle's a cure for all care.
V
I was persuaded a venture to make;
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 laid
By the Bard, what d'ye call him, that the black gown;
And faith I agree with the old prig to a
For a big-belly'd a heaven o care.
A Stanza in a Masonic Lodge:
fill up a bumper and make it o'erflow,
And honours prepare for to throw;
May every true of th' compass and square
Have a big belly'd bottle when 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 Night Thoughts.
Prepare, my dear brethern, to the tavern let's fly (27)
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