For a' that, an a' that,
An twice as muckle's a' that,
I've lost but ane, I've twa behin',
I've wife eneugh for a' that.
I am a Bard of no regard,
2. I never drank the Muses stank,
3. Great love I bear to a' the fair,
4. In raptures sweet this hour we meet,|
Wi' mutual love an a' that;
But for how lang the flie may stang,
Let inclination law that!
5. Their tricks an craft hae put me daft,
6. For a' that an a' that,
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