Is there for honest Poverty nThat hings his head, an' a' that; nThe coward slave-we pass him by, nWe dare be poor for a' that! nFor a' that, an' a' that. nOur toils obscure an' a' that, nThe rank is but the guinea's stamp, nThe Man's the gowd for a' that. nnWhat though on hamely fare we dine, nWear hoddin grey, an' a that; nGie fools their silks, and knaves their wine; nA Man's a Man for a' that: nFor a' that, and a' that, nTheir tinsel show, an' a' that; nThe honest man, tho' e'er sae poor, nIs king o' men for a' that. nnYe see yon birkie, ca'd a lord, nWha struts, an' stares, an' a' that; nTho' hundreds worship at his word, nHe's but a coof for a' that: nFor a' that, an' a' that, nHis ribband, star, an' a' that: nThe man o' independent mind nHe looks an' laughs at a' that. nnA prince can mak a belted knight, nA marquis, duke, an' a' that; nBut an honest man's abon his might, nGude faith, he maunna fa' that! nFor a' that, an' a' that, nTheir dignities an' a' that; nThe pith o' sense, an' pride o' worth, nAre higher rank than a' that. nnThen let us pray that come it may, n(As come it will for a' that,) nThat Sense and Worth, o'er a' the earth, nShall bear the gree, an' a' that. nFor a' that, an' a' that, nIt's coming yet for a' that, nThat Man to Man, the world o'er, nShall brothers be for a' that.