Is There For Honest Poverty (for A' That) Lyrics - Andy M. Stewart

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.