Tho’ women's minds like winter winds,
⁠May shift and turn and a' that,
The noblest breast adores them maist,
⁠A consequence I draw that.
⁠For a‘ that and a' that,
⁠And twice as meikle’s a‘ that,
⁠The bonny lass that I loe best
⁠She‘ll be my ain fer a‘ that.

Great love I bear to all the fair,
⁠Their humble slave and a‘ that;
But lordly will, I hold it still,
⁠A mortal sin to thraw that.
⁠For a‘ that, &c.

​But there is ane aboon the lave,
⁠Has wit and sense, and a‘ that;
A bonny 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 and a‘ that;
But for how lang the flee may stang,
⁠Let inclination law that.
⁠For a‘ that, &c.

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⁠They're ta'en me in, and a‘ that;
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⁠I like the jades for a‘ that.
⁠For a‘ that, &c.