Is there for honest poverty that hangs his head, and all that,
The coward slave, we pass him by,
We dare be poor for all that.
For all that and all that,
Our toil’s obscure, and all that,
The rank is but the Guinea’s stamp,
A man’s a gowd for all that.
Well, though on hamely fare we dine, we’re hoddin grey and all that,
He fools their silks and knaves their wine,
A man’s a man for all that.
For all that and all that,
Their tinsel show, and all that,
The honest man, though e’er sae poor, is king of men for all that.
Ye see ye birkie ca’d a lord what struts and stares and all that,
Though hundreds worship at his word, he’s but a coof for all that.
For all that and all that,
His ribbon star, and all that,
The man of independent mind, he looks and laughs.
A prince can make a belted knight, a marquise, duke, and and that,
An honest man’s aboon his might,
Good faith, he maunna for all that.
For all that and all that,
Their dignities and all that,
The pith of sense and pride of worth are higher rank than all that.
Then let us pray that come it may, as come it will for all that,
That sense and worth over all the earth shall bear the gree for all that.
For all that and all that,
It’s coming yet for all that,
That man to man, the whole world over, shall brothers be for all that,
For all that and all that,
It’s coming yet for all that,
That man to man, the whole world over, shall brothers be for all that.
