Robert Burns

Is there for honest Poverty That hings his head, an' a' that; The coward slave-we pass him by, We dare be poor for a' that! For a' that, an' a' that. Our toils obscure an' a' that, The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The Man's the gowd for a' that. What though on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin grey, an' a that; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine; A Man's a Man for a' that: For a' that, and a' that, Their tinsel show, an' a' that; The honest man, tho' e'er sae poor, Is king o' men for a' that. Ye see yon birkie, ca'd a lord, Wha struts, an' stares, an' a' that; Tho' hundreds worship at his word, He's but a coof for a' that: For a' that, an' a' that, His ribband, star, an' a' that: The man o' independent mind He looks an' laughs at a' that. A prince can mak a belted knight, A marquis, duke, an' a' that; But an honest man's abon his might, Gude faith, he maunna fa' that! For a' that, an' a' that, Their dignities an' a' that; The pith o' sense, an' pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, (As come it will for a' that,) That Sense and Worth, o'er a' the earth, Shall bear the gree, an' a' that. For a' that, an' a' that, It's coming yet for a' that, That Man to Man, the world o'er, Shall brothers be for a' that.

The best laid schemes o' Mice an' Men, Gang aft agley.An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain, For promis'

There is no such uncertainty as a sure thing.

But deep this truth impress'd my mind: Thro' all His works abroad,The heart benevolent and kindThe most resembles God.

Gin a body meet a bodyComing thro' the rye,Gin a body kiss a body_ Need a body cry?

While Europe's eye is fix'd on mighty things,The fate of empires and the fall of kings;While quacks of State must each produce his plan,And even children lisp the Rights of Man;Amid this mighty fuss just let me mention,The Rights of Woman merit some attention.

The best laid schemes o' mice an' men gang aft agley.

Dare to be honest and fear no labor.

Scots wha hae wi' Wallace bled Scots wham Bruce has aften led Welcome to your gory bed Or to victorie.

I have a hundred times wished that one could resign life as an officer resigns a commission.

Oh wad some power the giftie gie us To see oursels as ithers see us! It wad frae monie a blunder free us And foolish notion.

O wad some Pow'r the giftie gie us To see oursels as others see us. It wad frae money a blunder free us And foolish notion.

God knows I'm no the thing I should be Nor am I even the thing I could be.

Gie me a spark o' nature's fire that's a' the learning I desire.

O Life! thou art a galling load Along a rough a weary road to wretches such as I.

If there is another world he lives in bliss If there is none he made the best of this.

Mankind is an unco squad And muckle he may grieve thee.

My heart's in the Highlands my heart is not here My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer.