Society and the World

For a’ that and a’ that, It’s coming yet, for a’ that, That man to man the world o’er Shall brothers be for a’ that.

The rank is but the guinea’s stamp, The man’s the gowd for a’ that.

A prince can mak a belted knight, A marquis, duke, and a’ that; But an honest man’s aboon his might, Guid faith, he mauna fa’ that.

Scots wha hae wi’ Wallace bled, Scots wham Bruce has aften led, Welcome to your gory bed Now’s the day, and now’s the hour; See the front o’ battle lour! See approach proud Edward’s power—

Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty’s in every blow! Let us do or die!

Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty’s in every blow! Let us do or die!

When Nature her great masterpiece design’d, And fram’d her last, best work, the human mind, Her eye intent on all the mazy plan, She form’d of various stuff the various Man.

Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North, The birthplace of valor, the country of worth! Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.

Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North, The birthplace of valor, the country of worth! Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.

My heart’s in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart’s in the Highlands a-chasing the deer; A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart’s in the Highlands wherever I go.

My heart’s in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart’s in the Highlands a-chasing the deer; A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart’s in the Highlands wherever I go.

He turn’d him right and round about Upon the Irish shore; And gae his bridle reins a shake, With adieu forevermore, And adieu forevermore!

It was a’ for our rightfu’ King We left fair Scotland’s strand.

Then gently scan your brother man, Still gentler sister woman; Tho’ they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human.

Then gently scan your brother man, Still gentler sister woman; Tho’ they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human.

There’s nought but care on ev’ry han’, In every hour that passes, O: What signifies the life o’ man, An’ ’t were nae for the lasses, O.

Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears Her noblest work she classes, O: Her prentice han’ she tried on man, An’ then she made the lasses, O.

An atheist-laugh’s a poor exchange For Deity offended.

I waive the quantum o’ the sin, The hazard of concealing: But, och! it hardens a’ within, And petrifies the feeling!

An’ there began a lang digression About the lords o’ the creation.

On ev’ry hand it will allow’d be, He’s just—nae better than he should be.

Gie me ae spark o’ Nature’s fire, That’s a’ the learning I desire.

The social, friendly, honest man, Whate’er he be, ’Tis he fulfills great Nature’s plan, And none but he!

He wales a portion with judicious care; And “Let us worship God” he says, with solemn air.