The slave’s a man, for a’ that.
Though by his brother bought and sold,
And beat and scourged, and a’ that,
His wrongs can ne’er be felt or told,
Yet he’s a man for a’ that:
For a’ that, and a’ that,
His body chained and a’ that,
The image of his God remains,—
The slave’s a man, for a’ that.
How dark the spirit that enslaves!