AND NOW ALL THIS

Is there, for fear of good faith's task,
   That bends his knee, and a' that?
The craven knave, we strip his mask,
   We dare be true for a' that!
     For a' that, and a' that;
       Our roles obscure, and a' that;
     High office tries the tendered worth;
       True men weigh true for a' that.

Tho' not in Ivy's eye we dine,
   Nor sharp suits wear, and a' that;
The praised prat's head aye turns with wine,
   True men are true for a' that.
     For a' that, and a' that,
       Granita's trysts, and a' that;
     The honest man, tho' e'er sae swayed,
       Is honest yet for a' that.

Ye see yon cowboy, ca'd the Chief,
   Wha' bumbles, blares, and a' that;
Tho' millions know him for a thief,
   He's mad wi' power for a' that:
     For a' that, and a' that,
       His ranch and raves, and a' that,
     True men of democratic mind,
       Will drag him doun for a' that.

Tho' wars can re-elect rank rogues,
   A President, and a' that;
All honest men abjure such vogues,
   Guid faith, they'll not fall for that!
     For a' that, and a' that,
       Their wicked pride, and a' that,
     The free man's sense and freedom's worth,
       Rank higher far than a' that.

Then let us pray that comes the day,
   As come it will for a' that,
When sense and worth, o'er a' the earth,
   Will snare that pair for a' that;
     For a' that, and a' that,
       We're coming yet for a' that,
     So no man may, good faith betray
       Nor brithers slay for a' that!

                    (Apologies to Robert Burns)