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
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, and 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
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