| Is there for honest poverty
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| That hangs his head and a' that
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| The coward slave we pass him by We dare be poor for a' that
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| For a' that and a' that
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| Our toils obscure and a' that
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| The rank is but the guinea’s stamp
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| The man’s the gowd for a' that
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| What though on hamely fare we dine
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| Wear hodden grey and a' that?
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| Gie fools their silks and knaves their wine
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| A man’s a man for a' that
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| For a' that and a' that
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| Their tinsel show and a' that
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| The honest man though e’er sae poor
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| Is king o' men for a' that
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| Ye see yon birkie ca’d a lord
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| Wha struts and stares and a' that
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| Though hundreds worship at his word
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| He’s but a cuif for a' that
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| For a' that and a' that
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| His riband star and a' that
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| The man o' independent mind
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| He looks and laughs at a' that
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| A prince can mak a belted knight
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| A marquis duke and a' that
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| But an honest man’s aboon his might
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| Gude faith he mauna fa' that
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| For a' that and a' that
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| Their dignities and a' that
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| The pith o' sense and pride o' worth
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| Are higher ranks than a' that
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| Then let us pray that come it may
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| As come it will for a' that
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| That sense and worth o’er a' the earth
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| May bear the gree and a' that
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| For a' that and a' that
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| It’s coming yet for a' that
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| That man to man the world o’er
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| Shall brothers be for a' that |