Is there for honest Poverty
That hings his head, an' a' that
The coward slave-we pass him by
We dare be poor for a' that!
For a' that, an' a' that
Our toils obscure an' a' that
The rank is but the guinea's stamp
The Man's the gowd for a' that
What though on hamely fare we dine
Wear hoddin grey, an' a that
Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine
A Man's a Man for a' that
For all that, and all that
Their tinsel show, an' all that
The honest man, tho' e'er sae poor
Is king o' men for a' that
Ye see yon birkie, ca'd a lord
Wha struts, an' stares, an' a' that
Tho' hundreds worship at his word
He's but a coof for a' that
For a' that, an' a' that
His ribband, star, an' a' that
The man o' independent mind
He looks an' laughs at a' that
A prince can mak a belted knight
A marquis, duke, an' a' that
But an honest man's abon his might
Gude faith, he maunna fa' that!
For a' that, an' a' that
Their dignities, an' a' that
The pith o' sense, an' pride o' worth
Are higher rank than a' that
Then let us pray that come it may
(As come it will for a' that)
That Sense and Worth, o'er all the earth
Shall bear the gree, an' a' that
For all that, an' all that
It's comin' yet, for a' that
And Man to Man, the world o'er
Shall brothers be for a' that
For all that, an' all that
It's comin' yet for a' that
That Man to Man, the world o'er
Shall brothers be for a' that
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