Since were on a Burns tip: 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 guineas stamp, The Mans 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 Mans a Man for a that: For a that, and a that, Their tinsel show, an a that; The honest man, tho eer sae poor, Is king o men for a that. Ye see yon birkie, cad a lord, Wha struts, an stares, an a that; Tho hundreds worship at his word, Hes 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 marquis, duke, an a that; But an honest mans abon 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, oer a the earth, Shall bear the gree, an a that. For a that, an a that, Its coming yet for a that, That Man to Man, the world oer, Shall brothers be for a that.
Posted on: Thu, 01 Jan 2015 00:36:21 +0000
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