A Man's A Man For A' That Robert Burns 1759-1796, Song, 1795.

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 stanp,
The Mans 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 Mans a Man for A'
that;
For a' that, and 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 coof 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.

A prince can mak a
belted knight,
A marquis, duke, an' a'
 that;
But an honest man's
abon his might,
Guide faith, he maunna fa'
that!
For a' that, an' a' that,
Their dignities an' a' that;
The pith o' sense, an'
pride o' worth,
Are higher rank than a'
that.

Then let us prey that
come it may,
(As come it will for a'
that,)
That Sense and Worth,
o'er a' the eaarth,
Shall bear the gree, an' a'
that
For a' that, an' a' that,
Its's coming yet for a' that,
That Man to Man, the World o'er
Shall brothers be for a'
that.