Song—For A' That[1]

Tune—"For a' that."

     Tho' women's minds, like winter winds,
     May shift, and turn, an' a' that,
     The noblest breast adores them maist—
     A consequence I draw that.


     For a' that, an' a' that,
     And twice as meikle's a' that;
     The bonie lass that I loe best
     She'll be my ain for a' 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.
     For a' that, &c.

     But there is ane aboon the lave,
     Has wit, and sense, an' a' that;
     A bonie lass, I like her best,
     And wha a crime dare ca' that?
     For a' that, &c.

     In rapture sweet this hour we meet,
     Wi' mutual love an' a' that,
     But for how lang the flie may stang,
     Let inclination law that.
     For a' that, &c.

     Their tricks an' craft hae put me daft.
     They've taen me in, an' a' that;
     But clear your decks, and here's—"The Sex!"
     I like the jads for a' that.
     For a' that, &c.

A later version of "I am a bard of no regard" in "The Jolly Beggars."