Wi' gentlefolks, and a' that;
But Homer-like, the glowrin' byke, [staring crowd]
Frae town to town I draw that.

CHORUS

For a' that, an' a' that,
And twice as muckle's a' that; [much]
I've lost but ane, I've twa behin',
I've wife eneugh for a' that.

I never drank the Muses' stank, [pond]
Castalia's burn, an' a' that;
But there it streams, an' richly reams! [foams]
My Helicon I ca' that.

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. [thwart]

In raptures sweet this hour we meet
Wi' mutual love, an' a' that;
But for how lang the flee may stang, [fly, sting]
Let inclination law that. [regulate]

Their tricks and craft hae put me daft, [crazy]
They've ta'en me in, an' a' that;
But clear your decks, an' _Here's the sex!_
I like the jads for a' that. [jades]

For a' that, and a' that,
And twice as muckle's a' that,
My dearest bluid, to do them guid,
They're welcome till't, for a' that. [to it]

Recitativo

So sung the bard--and Nansie's wa's [walls]
Shook with a thunder of applause,
Re-echo'd from each mouth;
They toom'd their pocks, an' pawn'd their duds. [emptied, pokes, rags]
They scarcely left to co'er their fads, [cover, tails]
To quench their lowin' drouth. [flaming]
Then owre again the jovial thrang [over, crowd]
The poet did request
To lowse his pack, an' wale a sang, [untie, choose]
A ballad o' the best;
He rising, rejoicing,
Between his twa Deborahs,
Looks round him, an' found them
Impatient for the chorus.

Air

TUNE: Jolly Mortals, Fill Your Glasses

See the smoking bowl before us,
Mark our jovial ragged ring;
Round and round take up the chorus,
And in raptures let us sing:

CHORUS

A fig for those by law protected!
Liberty's a glorious feast!
Courts fo