Tho’ women’s minds, like winter winds,
May shift, and turn, an’ a’ that,
The noblest breast adores them maist-
A consequence I draw that.

Chorus

For a’ that, an’ a’ that,
And twice as meikle’s a’ that;
The bonie lass that I loe best
She’ll be my ainfor a’ that.

Great love I bearto a’ the fair,
Their humble slave, an’ a’ that;
But lordly will, I hold it still
A mortal sinto thrawthat.
For a’ that, &c.

But there is aneaboonthe lave,
Has wit, and sense, an’ a’ that;
A bonielass, I like her best,
And whaa crime dare ca’that?
For a’ that, &c.

In rapture sweet this hour we meet,
Wi’mutual love an’ a’ that,

But for how langthe flie may stang,
Let inclination law that.
For a’ that, &c.

Their tricks an’ crafthaeput me daft.
They’ve taenme in, an’a’ that;
Butclear your decks, and here’s-“The Sex!”
I like the jads for a’ that.
For a’that, &c.