For a' that 2

I am a bard of no regard

Wi' gentle folks, an' a' that:

But Homer-like, the glowran byke,

Frae town to town I draw that.

For a' that, and a' that,

An' twice as muckle's a' that;

I've lost but ane, I've twa behin',

I've wife enough, for a' that.

I never drank the Muses' stank,

Castalia's burn, and a' that;

But there it streams, and richly reams,

My Helicon I ca' that.

For a' that, &c.

Great love I bear to a' the fair,

Their humble slave, an' a' that;

But lordly Will, I hold it still

A mortal sin to thraw that.

For a' that, &c.

In raptures sweet, this hour we meet,

Wi' mutual love, and a' that:

But for how lang the flee may stang,

Let inclination law that.

For a' that, &c.

Their tricks and craft ha'e put me daft,

They've ta'en me in, and a' that;

But clear your decks, and here's The sex!

I like the jads for a' that.

For a' that, and a' that,

An' twice as muckle's a' that;

My dearest bluid, to do them guid,

They're welcome till't for a' that.