
The speaker rejects the roles of churchman, statesman, soldier, and scheming businessman, declaring that his chief concern is a large bottle of drink. He neither envies the peer nor despises the peasant, valuing instead the company of good fellows and the bottle they share. As the squire rides by and the wealthy citizen carries his purse, the speaker looks to the Crown and finds relief in drink. After his wife dies, he seeks consolation at church but concludes, through old Solomon’s teaching, that a big-belly’d bottle cures every care. When a business venture appears ruined, a pursy landlord brings him a glorious bottle and ends his anxiety. He finally agrees with a learned maxim that life’s cares can be comforts, because the bottle makes even care feel heavenly.
By Robert Burns · First published 1786 · Genre: Drinking Song, Lyric Poetry, Comic Poetry · 337 words
Tune-"Prepare, my dear Brethren, to the tavern let's fly."
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.
Scottish drinking song · tavern culture · conviviality · wine and bottles · alcohol as consolation · care and anxiety · comic escapism · anti-clerical satire · rejection of public ambition · church and religion · social equality · peer and peasant
No Churchman am I is listed on Textopian as a poem by Robert Burns, dated 1786 CE.
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