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.