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For a' that, an'a' that,
Their fathers pay for a' that ;
It gars the carls gang right bare,
to get them clad, for a' that.
You'll hardly ken the ſervant-laſs
by the goodwife, for a' that;
When they get on their braw peliſſe,
and hairy muffe, an'a' that.
For a' that, an a' that,
Their feathers, caps, an' a' that,
Their faces black as ony deil,
wi' blads o'crape, an'a' that.
But if the times don't alter ſoon,
they'll get a turn for a' that;
They'll get their mither's maunky-gown,
and tartan plaid, an' a' that.
For a that, an' a' that,
A toy-mutch, an' a' that,
A cutty-ſark o' harn ſheet,
a worſet brat, an'a' that.
Behad till ance they get a man,
juſt gir it be their ſa'that,
They'll need to tak the ſcrimpest plan
to ware their groat, an' a' that.
For a'that, an'a' that,
And (illegible text) tea, an' a' that;
They'll need to tak their braw peliſſe
for hippens yet, for a' that.
