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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 gray an' a' that?
Gie fools their silks and knaves their wine
A man's a man for a' that.
For a' that, an' a' that
Their tinsel show an' a' that.
The honest man though 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?
Though hundreds worship at his word
He's but a cuif 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 aboon his might
Guid faith, he mauna 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 a' the earth
Shall bear the gree an' a' that.
For a' that, an' a' that
It's comin' yet for a' that
That man to man the world o'er
Shall brithers be for a' that.
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