For 'A That - Dougie MacLean

Is there for honest poverty

That hangs his head and a' that

The coward slave we pass him by We dare be poor for a' that

For a' that and a' that

Our toils obscure and 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 hodden grey and a' that?

Gie fools their silks and knaves their wine

A man’s a man for a' that

For a' that and a' that

Their tinsel show and a' that

The honest man though e’er sae poor

Is king o' men for a' that

Ye see yon birkie ca’d a lord

Wha struts and stares and a' that

Though hundreds worship at his word

He’s but a cuif for a' that

For a' that and a' that

His riband star and a' that

The man o' independent mind

He looks and laughs at a' that

A prince can mak a belted knight

A marquis duke and a' that

But an honest man’s aboon his might

Gude faith he mauna fa' that

For a' that and a' that

Their dignities and a' that

The pith o' sense and pride o' worth

Are higher ranks 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

May bear the gree and a' that

For a' that and a' that

It’s coming yet for a' that

That man to man the world o’er

Shall brothers be for a' that