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.