The rank is but the guinea's stamp;
The man's the gowd for a' that. gold
What tho' on hamely fare we dine,
Wear hodden-gray, and a' that; coarse gray
Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, Give
A man's a man for a' that.
Their tinsel show, an' a' that;
The honest man, tho' e'er sae poor,
Is king o' men for a' that.