The swaggering sumph, we pass him by—
We dare be just for a’ that!
For a’ that, and a’ that,
His sniggering scorn, and a’ that:
The sneer is but the club-room’s stamp,
The clay is Cad’s for a’ that!
What though on civic fare he dine,
Wear Court attire and a’ that;
Give churls their turtle, clowns their wine,
A Cad’s a Cad for a’ that: