Were true and brave and a’ that,
And none whose garb is ‘hodden grey’
Was fool or knave and a’ that,
The vice and crime that shame our time
Would disappear and a’ that,
And ploughmen be as good as Kings,
And churls as earls for a’ that.
III.
But ’tis not so; yon brawny fool,
Who swaggers, swears, and a’ that,