For a' that and a’ that.
Is there, for honest poverty,
That hangs his head, and a’that;
The coward slave we pass him by,
We dare be poor for a' that;
For a’ that, and a’ that.
Our toils obscure, and a’ that;
The rank is but the guinea's stump,
The man's the gowd for a’ that.
What though on hamely fare we dine,
Wear hodden grey and a’ that;
Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine,
A man's a man for a’ that;
For a' that, and at that,
Their tinsel shew, and a’ that;
The honest man, though e’er poor,
Is king of men for a’ that.
Ye see yon birkie, ca’d a lord,
Wha struts, and stares, and a’ that;
Though hundreds worship at his word,
He’s but a coof for a’ that;
For a’ that and a’ that,
His ribband, star, and a’ that;
The man of independent mind,
He looks and laughs at a' that.
