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Is there for honest poverty |
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That hangs his head and a' that |
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The coward slave we pass him by |
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We dare be poor for a' that |
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For a' that and a' that |
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Our toils obscure and a' that |
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The rank is but the guinea's stamp |
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The man's the gowd for a' that |
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What though on hamely fare we dine |
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Wear hodden grey and a' that? |
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Gie fools their silks and knaves their wine |
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A man's a man for a' that |
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For a' that and a' that |
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Their tinsel show and a' that |
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The honest man though e'er sae poor |
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Is king o' men for a' that |
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Ye see yon birkie ca'd a lord |
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Wha struts and stares and a' that |
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Though hundreds worship at his word |
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He's but a cuif for a' that |
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For a' that and a' that |
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His riband star and a' that |
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The man o' independent mind |
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He looks and laughs at a' that |
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A prince can mak a belted knight |
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A marquis duke and a' that |
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But an honest man's aboon his might |
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Gude faith he mauna fa' that |
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For a' that and a' that |
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Their dignities and a' that |
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The pith o' sense and pride o' worth |
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Are higher ranks than a' that |
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Then let us pray that come it may |
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As come it will for a' that |
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That sense and worth o'er a' the earth |
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May bear the gree and a' that |
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For a' that and a' that |
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It's coming yet for a' that |
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That man to man the world o'er |
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Shall brothers be for a' that |
