Yet darker still than a’ that,
He, who amid the light, still craves
Apologies, and a’ that:
For a’ that, and a’ that,
Small evil finds, and a’ that,
In crimes which are of darkest hue,
And foulest deeds, and a’ that.
If those who now in bondage groan,
Were white, and fair, and a’ that,
O should we not their fate bemoan,