Is there for honest poverty
That hangs his head, and all that
The coward slave - we pass him by
We dare be poor for a' that
For a' that, an' a' that
Our toils obscure an' a' that
The rank is but the guinea's stamp
That a man's the gowd for a' that

What though on hamely fare we dine
Wear hoddin grey, an' a' that?
Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine
And a man's a man for a' that
For a' that, an' a' that
Their tinsel show, an' a' that
The honest man, tho' e'er sae poor
Is king o' men for a' that

Ye see yon birkie ca'd a lord
Wha struts, an' stares, an' a' that
Tho' hundreds worship at his word
He's such a coof for a' that
For a' that, an' a' that
His ribband, stars, an' a' that
The man o' independent mind
He looks an' laughs at a' that
A prince can mak a belted knight
A marquise, duke, an' a' that
But an honest man's aboon his might
Guid faith, he maun fa' that!
For a' that, an' a' that
Their dignities an' a' that
The pith o' sense, an' pride o' worth
Are higher rank than a' that

Let us pray that come it may
An' comes it will for a' that
That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth
May bear the gree, for a' that
For a' that, an' a' that
It's comin' yet for a' that
That man's a man, the world o'er
Shall brothers be for a' that