A Man’s a Man Glengarry Bhoys

Is there for honest poverty
That hangs his head, and all 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
That a 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
And 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 such a coof for a' that
For a' that, an' a' that
His ribband, stars, an' a' that
The man o' independent mind
He looks an' laughs at a' that