And Pound’s dead broke for a’ that.
Although my linen still is clean,
My socks fine silk and a’ that,
Although I dine and drink good wine—
Say, twice a week, and a’ that;
For a’ that and a’ that,
My tinsel shows and a’ that,
These breeks ’ll no last many weeks
’Gainst wear and tear and a’ that.
Ye see this birkie ca’ed a bard,