Whate’er it cost and a’ that,
The entrance is but half-a-crown—
At least we’re good for a’ that.
What tho’ we get an ugly spill,
And break our limbs and a’ that,
We will not bear it any ill,
A rink’s a rink for a’ that.
For a’ that and a’ that,
We do not care for a’ that,
And rinking, spite of all its risks,