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 Soldier to 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 him his bow;
I scorn not the Peasant, ever so low;
But a club of fellows, like 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 with his
But see you the Crown how it in the air,
There a bottle still eases my care.
IV
The of my bosom, alas! she did die;
For consolation to church I did fly;
I found old Solomon proved it fair,
That a big-belly'd bottle's a for all care.
V
I was persuaded a venture to make;
A letter inform'd me 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, what d'ye call him, that the black gown;
And faith I agree the old prig to a hair;
For a bottle's a heaven o care.
A Stanza added in a Masonic
Then fill up a bumper and it o'erflow,
And honours masonic prepare for to
May every true of th' compass 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, opening from Young's Night Thoughts.
Tune: Prepare, my brethern, to the tavern let's fly (27)
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