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 to plot or to fight,
No sly Man of contriving a snare,
For a bottle's the whole of my care.
II
The Peer I don't envy, I him his bow;
I scorn not the Peasant, tho' ever so
But a club of fellows, like those that are here,
And a like this, are my glory and care.
III
Here passes the Squire on his horse;
Centum per Centum, the Cit with 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 consolation to church I did fly;
I that old Solomon proved it fair,
a big-belly'd bottle's a cure for all care.
V
I once was persuaded a to make;
A inform'd me that all was to wreck;
But the pursy old landlord just up stairs
With a glorious that ended my cares.
VI
cares they are comforts, a maxim laid down
By the Bard, what d'ye him, that wore the black gown;
And faith I agree the old prig to a hair;
For a big-belly'd bottle's a o care.
A Stanza in a Masonic Lodge:
Then fill up a and make it o'erflow,
And honours masonic prepare for to
May every true brother of th' and square
Have a big belly'd bottle harassd with 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.
Tune: Prepare, my brethern, to the tavern let's fly (27)
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