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Their fathers us'd to tak their broſe,
wi' ſervant-chields, an'a that;
And wore a pair o'plaiden hoſe,
and hudden breeks, an' a' that:
For a' that. an' a' that,
But now they winna ſhaw that;
Foags they maun bae their ſilken hoſe,
and jockey boots, an' a' that.
The carls now that ſell the drink,
they're cunnin blades, for a' that;
Though they be hurling in the click,
they're thankleſs brutes for a' that.
For a' that, an'a' that,
They'll ſit and chat for a that;
Till a' your caſh be fairly ſpent,
ſyne kick you out for a'that.
Although the times be very tight,
the laſſes dinna ſhaw that;
They'll hae their tappies curl'd right,
like water-dogs, an a' that.
For a' that, an'a' that,
Their morning-caps, an a'that;
And wallops hanging at their lugs,
like bridle-reins, an' a' that.
They'll hae their ſtays and muſlin gowns,
their habit-ſhirts, an'a' that;
But fu' that pride can a' be ſeen,
their wages diſna draw that.
