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A Man's A Man 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! . . . Then Let Us Pray That Come It May, As Come It Will For A' That, That Sense And Worth, O'er A' The Earth, May Bear The Gree And A' That. For A' That, And A' That, It's Comin' Yet, For A' That, When Man To Man, The World O'er, Shall Brithers Be For A' That.

If Heaven A Draught Of Heavenly Pleasure Spare, One Cordial In This Melancholy Vale, 't Is When A Youthful, Loving, Modest Pair In Other's Arms Breathe Out The Tender Tale

The Upright, Honest-hearted Man Who Strives To Do The Best He Can, Need Never Fear The Church's Ban Or Hell's Damnation.

Even Every Ray Of Hope Destroyed And Not A Wish To Gild The Gloom.

Ye Hypocrites, Are These Your Pranks To Murder Men And Gie God Thanks Desist For Shame, Proceed No Further God Won't Accept Your Thanks For Murder.