Robert Burns wrote these words 222 years ago but man's inhumanity to man continues today, sadly within this particular country to our shame.
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.
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'ersae poor,
Is king o' men for a' that.
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' independent
mind
He looks an' laughs at a' that.
A prince can
mak a belted knight,
A marquis, duke, an' a' that;
Butan honest man's abon his might,
Gude faith, he
maunnafa' 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.
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 coming yet for a' that,
That Man to Man, the world o'er,
Shall brothers be for
a' that.
Tom
