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The filler it is ill to win,
and ill to ware, an a' that ;
You'll hardly get your Sixpence aff
for threepence-worth, an'a' that.
For a' that, an' a' that,
A fairly you may ca' that;
They'll neither gi'e you meal on truſt,
Nor tak their price for a' that.
I'm wae to ſee the tradeſmen chaps,
their ſhillings thin, an' a' that;
The merchaut ca's't no worth a groat,
it winna do ava that.
For a' that, an' a' that,
Tobacco done, an' a' that;
An' weans grinnin' roun' the fire,
wi' hungry kytes, an' a' that.
They're ſendin' braw new filler owre
frae Lunnin town, an' a' that;
They'll tak the auld traſh in like ſtour,
an' gar ye pay for a' that.
For a' that, an' a' that,
An' whar's the gude o' a' that?
Twa Shillings for a peck o'meal,
it is a ſhame for a' that.
And our braw gentry, honeſt men,
get tea an' toaſt, an a that;
Their puddins, pies, and cocks and hens,
and kail, and beef, and a' that.
