Robert Burns

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a man's man for a' that

Is there for honest poverty that hangs his head and all that? The coward slave, we pass him by, we dare be poor for all that! For all that and all that. Our toils obscure and all that. The rank is but the guinea's stamp. The Man's the gold for all that. What though on homely fare we dine, wear hoddin grey, and all that. Give fools their silks and knaves their wine, a Man's a Man for all that, for all that and all that. Their tinsel show and all that. The honest man, though e'er so poor, is king of men for all that. You see yon birkie, called a lord, who struts, and stares and all that. Though hundreds worship at his word, he's but a cuif for all that. For all that and all that, his riband, star, and all that. The man of independent mind he looks and laughs at all that. A prince can make a belted knight, a marquis, duke, and all that, but an honest man's above his might. Good faith, he mustn't fault that! For all that and all that, their dignities and all that. The pith of sense and pride of worth are higher rank than all that. Then let us pray that, come it may, (As come it will for all that), that Sense and Worth o'er all the earth shall bear the gree and all that. For all that and all that, it's coming yet for all that, that Man to Man the world o'er shall brothers be for all that.

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