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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 stump,

The man's the gowd for a’ that.

What though on hamely fare we dine,

Wear hodden grey and a’ that;

Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine,

A man's a man for a’ that;

For a' that, and at that,

Their tinsel shew, and a’ that;

The honest man, though e’er poor,

Is king of men for a’ that.

Ye see yon birkie, ca’d a lord,

Wha struts, and stares, and a’ that;

Though hundreds worship at his word,

He’s but a coof for a’ that;

For a’ that and a’ that,

His ribband, star, and a’ that;

The man of independent mind,

He looks and laughs at a' that.