Music

Is there for honest poverty That hangs his head and a' that? The coward slave, we pass him by We daur be puir for a' that. For a' that, and a' that Our toils obscure, and a' that The rank is but the guinea's stamp The man's the gowd for a' that. Ye see yon birkie ca'd a lord Wha struts, and stares and a' that Tho' hundreds worship at his word He's but a coof for a' that. For a' that, and a' that His ribbon, star and a' that the man o' independence mind He looks and laughs at a' that. A king can make a belted knight A marquis, duke and a' that But an honest man's aboon his micht Gude faith, he maunna fa' all that For a' that, and a' that Their dignities and a' that The pith o' sense and pride o' worth Are higher ranks 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 May bear the gree and a' that For a' that, and a' that It's coming yet, for a' that When man to man the world o'er Shall brithers be for a' that.

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