A Man's A Man For A' That
Is
there
for
honesty
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.
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.
Ye
see
yon
birkie
ca'd
a
lord,
Wha
struts,
an'
stares,
an'
a'
that;
Tho'
hundreds
worship
at
his
word,
He's
but
a
coof
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.
A
prince
can
mak
a
belted
knight,
A
marquise,
duke,
an'
a'
that;
But
an
honest
man's
aboon
his
might,
Gude
faith,
he
maunna
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
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.
