The Bard |
Robert Burns
Chorus: For a' that, an a' that, An twice as muckle's a' that, I've lost but ane, I've twa behin', I've wife eneugh for a' that.
I am a Bard of no regard,
2. I never drank the Muses stank,
3. Great love I bear to a' the fair, |
4. In raptures sweet this hour we meet, Wi' mutual love an a' that; But for how lang the flie may stang, Let inclination law that! Chorus:
5. Their tricks an craft hae put me daft,
6. For a' that an a' that, |