Tho' women's minds, like winter winds,
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May shift, and turn, an' a' that,
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The noblest breast adores them maist-
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A consequence I draw that.
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Chorus
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For a' that, an' a' that,
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And twice as meikle's a' that;
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The bonie lass that I loe best
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She'll be my ain for a' that.
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Great love I bear to a' the fair,
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Their humble slave, an' a' that;
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But lordly will, I hold it still
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A mortal sin to thraw that.
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For a' that, &c.
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But there is ane aboon the lave,
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Has wit, and sense, an' a' that;
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A bonie lass, I like her best,
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And wha a crime dare ca' that?
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For a' that, &c.
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In rapture sweet this hour we meet,
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Wi' mutual love an' a' that,
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But for how lang the flie may stang,
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Let inclination law that.
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For a' that, &c.
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Their tricks an' craft hae put me daft.
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They've taen me in, an' a' that;
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But clear your decks, and here's-"The Sex!"
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I like the jads for a' that.
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For a' that, &c.
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Is There For Honest Poverty (For A' That)
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| Andy M. Stewart |
