Is there for honest discourse like
That raises voice, an' a' that
The contemporary, we pass him by
We dare be poor for a' that
For a' that, an' a' that
Our plaid’s obscure and a' that
The style is but the guinea's stamp
The kilt's the gowd for a' that

What though on tartan style we claim
Tweed, hoddin grey, an' a' that
Gie fools their hemp, and knaves their duck
A man's a man, for a' that
For a' that, an' a' that
Their denim show an' a' that
The kilted man, though e'er sae poor
Is king o' men for a' that

Ye see yon birkie traditionalist
Wha struts an' stares an' a' that
Tho' hundreds worship at his list
He's but a coof for a' that
For a' that, an' a' that
His nine yard kilt and a' that
The man o' independent mind
He looks an' laughs at a' that

A kilt can mak' a man a king
No matter wha’ style, an' a' that
But an honest man's aboon his might
Gude faith, he maunna fa' that
For a' that an' a' that
Their dignities an' a' that
The pith o' sense an' pride o' worth
Are higher rank that a' that

Then let us pray that come it may
(as come it will for a' that)
That Sense and Worth, o'er a' the earth
Shall bear the gree an' a' that
For a' that an' a' that
It's coming yet for a' that
That kilted men, the world o'er
Shall brithers be for a' that