A Man's A Man - The Corries

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 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, tho' e’er sae poor

Is king o' men for a' that

Ye see yon birkie ca’d 'a lord'

Wha struts, an' stares, an' a' that?

Tho' hundreds worship at his word

He’s but a cuif 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 man’s aboon his might —

Guid faith, he mauna 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 o’er a' the earth

Shall bear the gree an' a' that

For a' that, an' a' that

It’s comin yet for a' that

That man to man the world oe’r

Shall brithers be for a' that