Wear coronets and a’ that?
Let knaves have beer instead of wine,
We stick to hock and a’ that.
For a’ that and a’ that,—
Their pewter pots and a’ that,—
For all our gold we never blush,
A Lord’s a Lord for a’ that!
Yon bragging pauper struts about,
And rants and raves and a’ that;
However loudly he may shout