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 bottle's the 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, like those are here,
And a bottle like this, are my and care.
III
Here passes the on his brother-his horse;
There Centum per Centum, the Cit with his
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 Solomon it fair,
That a big-belly'd bottle's a for all care.
V
I once was persuaded a to make;
A letter inform'd me all was to wreck;
But the pursy old landlord waddl'd up stairs
a glorious bottle that 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 faith I agree with the old to a hair;
For a big-belly'd bottle's a 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 brother of th' and square
Have a big belly'd bottle when harassd care.
In III, the crown refers to a sign in Mauchline, sporting the motto
of Sir J arms, "D'en Haut".
In VI, quote from Young's Night Thoughts.
Prepare, my dear brethern, to the tavern let's fly (27)
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