A Man's A Man For A' That
Is there for honest poverty that hangs his head and a' that
The coward slave we pass him by, we daur be puir for a' that
For a' that an' a' that our toils obscure an' a' that
The rank is but the Guinea stamp the man's the gowd for a' that
What though on hamely 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, 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 work, 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 and laughs at a' that.
A Prince can mak' a belted knight, a Marquis, Duke, an' a' that
But an hones man's aboon his might, guid faith, he mauna fa' that
For a' that, an' a' that, their dignities, an' a' that
The pity 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 o'er, shall brithers be for a' that
by Robert Burns