A Man's a Man For a' That

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 for a' that
Their rank is but their guinea's stamp
The man's the gold for a' that

What though on homely fare we dine
Wear hodden 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

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 fool for a' that

For a' that, an' a' that
His ribband, star, and a' that
The man o' independent mind
He looks an' laughs at a' that

A prince can mak' a belted knight
A marquise, duke, an' a' that
But an honest man's aboon his might
Gude faith, he maunna fa' that

For a' that an' a' that
Their dignities an' a' that
The pith o' sense an' pride o' worth
Are higher rank that 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 brithers be for a' that