Is There For Honest Poverty For A That by Andy M. Stewart Lyrics

Tho' women's minds, like winter winds
May shift, and turn, an' a' that
The noblest breast adores them maist-
A consequence I draw that

Chorus

For a' that, an' a' that
And twice as meikle's a' that;
The bonie lass that I loe best
She'll be my ain for a' that

Great love I bear to a' the fair
Their humble slave, an' a' that;
But lordly will, I hold it still
A mortal sin to thraw that
For a' that, &c

But there is ane aboon the lave
Has wit, and sense, an' a' that;
A bonie lass, I like her best
And wha a crime dare ca' that?
For a' that, &c
In rapture sweet this hour we meet
Wi' mutual love an' a' that

But for how lang the flie may stang
Let inclination law that
For a' that, &c

Their tricks an' craft hae put me daft
They've taen me in, an' a' that;
But clear your decks, and here's-"The Sex!"
I like the jads for a' that
For a' that, &c