Songs by Robert Burns
Bob Hay & the Jolly Beggars song book
Big Belly'd Bottle
No churchman am I for to rail and to write,
No statesman nor soldier to plot or to fight,
C G D
No sly man of business contriving a snare,
C D G
For a big-belly'd bottle's the whole of my care.
'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 th' old prig to a hair:
For a big-belly'd bottle's a heav'n o' care.
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 cheer.
Arrangement © 2005 Bob Hay (BMI). All Rights Reserved.