That hangs its 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 toil's obscure and 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 and a' that;
Give fools their silks and knaves their wine