A Man’s A Man For A’ That

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 gowdfor a’ that.

What though on hamely fare we dine,
Wear hoddingrey, an’ a that;
Giefools their silks, and knaves their wine;
A Man’s a Man for a’ that:
For a’ that, and a’ that,
Their tinsel show, an’ a’ that;
The honest man, tho’ e’ersaepoor,
Is king o’ men for a’ that.

Ye see yonbirkie, ca’d a lord,
Whastruts, an’ stares, an’ a’ that;
Tho’ hundreds worship at his word,
He’s but a cooffor 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 maka belted knight,
A marquis, duke, an’ a’ that;
Butanhonest man’s abon his might,
Gudefaith, he maunnafa’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 bearthe gree, an’ a’ that.
For a’ that, an’a’ that,
It’s coming yet for a’ that,
That Man to Man, the world o’er,
Shall brothers be for a’that.