Full Lyrics
Is there for honest poverty
that hangs 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, though e'er sae poor
is king o' men for 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 coming yet for a' that,
that man to man, the world o'er
shall brothers be for a' that.
