A Man’s a Man The Corries

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

What though on hamely fare we dine
Wear hoddin 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 word
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 an' laughs at a' that