SongFor A That（2 / 2）

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.