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No Churchman am I
(Robert Burns)
I
No Churchman am I for to rail and to write,
No Statesman nor Soldier to plot or to fight,
No sly Man of business contriving a snare,
For a big-belly`d bottle`s the whole of my care.
II
The Peer I don`t envy, I give him his bow;
I scorn not the Peasant, tho` ever so low;
But a club of good fellows, like those that are here,
And a bottle like this, are my glory and care.
III
Here passes the Squire on his brother-his horse;
There Centum per Centum, the Cit with his purse;
But see you the Crown how it waves in the air,
There a big-belly`d bottle still eases my care.
IV
The wife of my bosom, alas! she did die;
For sweet consolation to church I did fly;
I found that old Solomon proved it fair,
That a big-belly`d bottle`s a cure for all care.
V
I once was persuaded a venture to make;
A letter inform`d me that all was to wreck;
But the pursy old landlord just waddl`d up stairs
With a glorious bottle that ended my cares.
VI
Life`s cares they are comforts, a maxim laid down
By the Bard, what d`ye call him, that wore the black gown;
And faith I agree with the old prig to a hair;
For a big-belly`d bottle`s a heaven o care.
A Stanza added in a Masonic Lodge:
Then fill up a bumper and make it o`erflow,
And honours masonic prepare for to throw;
May every true brother of th` compass and square
Have a big belly`d bottle when harassd with care.
In III, the crown refers to a tavern sign in Mauchline, sporting the motto
of Sir J Whiteford`s arms, "D`en Haut".
In VI, opening quote from Young`s Night Thoughts.
Tune: Prepare, my dear brethern, to the tavern let`s fly (27)
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No Churchman am I
(Robert Burns)
I
No Churchman am I for to rail and to write,
No Statesman nor Soldier to plot or to fight,
No sly Man of business contriving a snare,
For a big-belly`d bottle`s the whole of my care.
II
The Peer I don`t envy, I give him his bow;
I scorn not the Peasant, tho` ever so low;
But a club of good fellows, like those that are here,
And a bottle like this, are my glory and care.
III
Here passes the Squire on his brother-his horse;
There Centum per Centum, the Cit with his purse;
But see you the Crown how it waves in the air,
There a big-belly`d bottle still eases my care.
IV
The wife of my bosom, alas! she did die;
For sweet consolation to church I did fly;
I found that old Solomon proved it fair,
That a big-belly`d bottle`s a cure for all care.
V
I once was persuaded a venture to make;
A letter inform`d me that all was to wreck;
But the pursy old landlord just waddl`d up stairs
With a glorious bottle that ended my cares.
VI
Life`s cares they are comforts, a maxim laid down
By the Bard, what d`ye call him, that wore the black gown;
And faith I agree with the old prig to a hair;
For a big-belly`d bottle`s a heaven o care.
A Stanza added in a Masonic Lodge:
Then fill up a bumper and make it o`erflow,
And honours masonic prepare for to throw;
May every true brother of th` compass and square
Have a big belly`d bottle when harassd with care.
In III, the crown refers to a tavern sign in Mauchline, sporting the motto
of Sir J Whiteford`s arms, "D`en Haut".
In VI, opening quote from Young`s Night Thoughts.
Tune: Prepare, my dear brethern, to the tavern let`s fly (27)
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ARB
===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===

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