A Man’s A Man for A’that

by Robert Burns Is there for honest poverty That hings his head and 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. What though on hamely fareContinue reading “A Man’s A Man for A’that”