Luyện nghe bài hát No Churchman Am I

No am I
(Robert Burns)
I
No Churchman am I for to and to write,
No Statesman nor Soldier to 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 good fellows, those that are here,
And a bottle like this, are my and care.
III
Here passes the Squire on 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 still eases my care.
IV
The of my bosom, alas! she did die;
For sweet consolation to I did fly;
I found that old proved it fair,
a big-belly'd 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 waddl'd up
With a glorious bottle that my cares.
VI
Life's cares they are comforts, a maxim laid
By the Bard, what call him, that wore the black gown;
And I agree with the old prig to a hair;
For a big-belly'd a heaven o care.
A Stanza added in a Masonic
Then fill up a and make it o'erflow,
And honours masonic for to throw;
May true 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 Young's Night Thoughts.
Tune: Prepare, my dear brethern, to the tavern fly (27)
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