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What though on hamely fare we dine,
Wear hoddin grey, an' a' that?
A man's a man for a' that,
For a' that an' a' that,
Their tinsel show, an' a' that:
Is king o' men for a' that.
Wha struts, an' stares, an' a' that;
He's but a cuif for a' that,
His ribband, star, an' a' that:
He looks an' laughs at a' that.
A marquis, duke, an' a' that,
Guid faith, he mauna fa' that!
Their dignities, an'a' that:
Are higher rank than a' that.
Then let us pray that come it may
(As come it will for a' that),
Shall bear the gree, an' a' that:
It's comin yet for a' that,
Shall brithers be for a' that. 1794.
CONTENTED WI' LITTLE Contented wi' little, and cantie wi' mair, Whene'er I forgather wi' sorrow and care, I gie them a skelp, as they're creepin alang, Wi' a cog o' guid swats and an auld Scottish sang. I whyles claw the elbow o' troublesome thought: But man is a soger, and life is a faught; My mirth and guid humour are coin in my pouch, And my freedom's my lairdship nae monarch daur touch.
A towmond o' trouble, should that be my fa',
LASSIE WI THE LINT-WHITE LOCKS
Bonie lassie, artless lassie,
Wilt thou be my dearie, O?
Last May a braw wooer cam down the lang glen,
And sair wi' his love he did deave me :
The deuce gae wi'm to believe me, believe me,
He spak o' the darts in my bonie black een,
And vowed for my love he was dyin:
The Lord forgie me for lyin, for lyin,
A weel-stocket mailen, himsel for the laird,
And marriage aff-hand, were his proffers:
But thought I might hae waur offers, waur offers,
But what wad ye think? in a fortnight or less
The Deil tak his taste to gae near her !-
Guess ye how, the jad, I could bear her, could bear her!
But a' the niest week as I petted wi' care,
I gaed to the tryste o' Dalgarnock,
I glowered as I'd seen a warlock, a warlock,
But owre my left shouther I gae him a blink,
Lest neebours might say I was saucy:
And vowed I was his dear lassie, dear lassie,
I spiered for my cousin fu' couthy and sweet,
Gin she had recovered her hearin,
But, heavens, how he fell a swearin, a swearin!
He begged, for Gudesake, I wad be his wife,
Or else I wad kill him wi' sorrow;
I think I maun wed him to-morrow, to-morrow,
O, WERT THOU IN THE CAULD BLAST
O, wert thou in the cauld blast,
On yonder lea, on yonder lea,
I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee;
Around thee blaw, around thee blaw,
To share it a', to share it a'.