1. |
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.
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2. |
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 a’ that, an’ a’ that, |
Their tinsel show,
an’ a’ that, |
The honest man, tho’ e’er sae poor, |
Is king o’ men for
a’ that.
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3. |
Ye see yon birkie ca’d ‘a lord,’ |
Wha struts, an’
states, an’ a’ that ? |
Tho’ hundreds worship at this 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
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4. |
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.
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5. |
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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Robert Burns
| Classic Poems |
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