CHORUS.
For a' that, an' a' that,
An' twice as muckle's a' that,
I've lost but ane, I've twa behin',
I've wife eneugh for a' that.
II.
I never drank the Muses' tank,
Castalia's burn an' a' that;
But there it streams, an' richly reams
My Helicon I ca' that.
For a' that, &c.
III.
Great love I bear to all the Fair,
Their humble slave, an' a' that;
But lordly Will, I hold it still
A mortal sin to thraw that.
For a' that, &c.
IV.
In raptures sweet, this hour we meet,
Wi' mutual love an' a' that;
But for how lang the flie may stang,
Let Inclination law that.
For a' that, &c.
V.