A MAN’S A MAN FOR A’ THAT.

A MAN’S A MAN FOR A’ THAT.
Robert Burns.
480.8

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 diue,
Wear hoddin gray, and a’ that?
Gi’e fools their silks, and knaves their wine,
A man’s a man for a’ that;
For a’ that, and a’ that,
Their tinsel shows, and a’ that-
The honest man, though e’er sne 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, earth, o’er a the
May bear the gree, and a’ that,
For a’ that, and a’ that, It’s comin’ yet, for a’ that-
That man to man, the warld o’er,
Shall brothers be for a’ that!