Is there for honest Poverty That things 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 good for a' that. What though on namely fare we dine, Wear hod din gray, an' a that; GIE fools 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'er SAE poor, Is king o' men for a' that. Ye see yon birdie, ca'd a lord, Whey struts, an' stares, an' a' that; Tho' hundreds worship at his word, He's but a roof for a' that: For a' that, an' a' that, His rib band, 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 Avon his might, Guide faith, he manna 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 free, 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.