“Our Old Nobility.”
Is there, for princely opulence,
That hangs his head, and a’ that?
We wish the coward better sense,
And dare be rich for a’ that.
For a’ that and a’ that,
We’re noble Peers and a’ that.
The commoner’s a common scamp;
A Lord’s a Lord for a’ that!
What though on plate we daily dine,