το What though on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin grey, an' a' that? A man's a man for a' that, 15 20 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. 25 30 35 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. 40 1795. 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. 5 10 A towmond o' trouble, should that be my fa', 1799. 15 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, IO A weel-stocket mailen, himsel for the laird, And marriage aff-hand, were his proffers: But thought I might hae waur offers, waur offers, 15 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! 20 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, 25 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, 30 I spiered for my cousin fu' couthy and sweet, Gin she had recovered her hearin, But, heavens, how he fell a swearin, a swearin! 35 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, 40 By 1795. 1799. 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'. 5 |