Ewan MacColl — A Mans a Man for A That

[Verse 1] Is there for honest poverty That hings his head, an’ a’ 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 The Man’s the gowd for a’ that [Verse 2] What though on hamely fare we dine Wear hoddin grey, an’ a that; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine; A Man’s a Man for a’ that: For a’ that, and a’ that Their tinsel show, an’ a’ that; The honest man, tho’ e’er sae poor Is king o’ men for a’ that [Verse 3] Ye see yon birkie ca’d a lord Wha struts, an’ stares, an’ a’ that Tho’ hundreds worship at his word He’s but a coof for a’ that For a’ that, an’ a’ that His ribband, star, an’ a’ that The man o’ indеpendent mind He looks an’ laughs at a’ that [Verse 4] A Princе can mak a belted knight A marquis, duke, an’ a’ that! But an honest man’s aboon his might – Guid faith, he mauna 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 [Verse 5] Then let us pray that come it may As come it will for a’ that That Sense and Worth, o’er a’ the earth Shall bear the gree an’ a’ that For a’ that, an’ a’ that It’s comin yet for a’ that That Man to Man the warld o’er Shall brithers be for a’ that