Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
81 . SongFor a that
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May shift, and turn, an’ a’ that,
The noblest breast adores them maist—
A consequence I draw that.
And twice as meikle’s a’ that; The bonie lass that I loe best She’ll be my ain for a’ that. Their humble slave, an’ a’ that; But lordly will, I hold it still A mortal sin to thraw that. For a’ that, &c. 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. Wi’ mutual love an’ a’ that, Let inclination law that. For a’ that, &c. 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.
For a’ that, an’ a’ that,