But Homer-like, the glowrin' byke, staring crowd
Frae town to town I draw that.
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For a' that, an' a' that,
And twice as muckle's a' that; much
I've lost but ane, I've twa behin',
I've wife eneugh for a' that.
I never drank the Muses' stank, pond
Castalia's burn, an' a' that;