There's nought but care on ev'ry han', In every hour that passes, O: What signifies the life o' man, An' then she made the lasses, O.
I'm truly sorry man's dominion Has broken Nature's social union.
Nature's law, That man was made to mourn.
The social, friendly, honest man, Whate'er he be, 'Tis he fulfills great Nature's plan, And none but he!
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.
When Nature her great masterpiece designed, And framed her last, best work, the human mind, Her eye intent on all the wondrous plan, She formed of various stuff the various Man.
Nae man can tether time or tide.
From scenes like these, old Scotia's grandeur springs, That makes her loved at home, revered abroad: Princes and lords are but the breath of kings, An honest man's the noblest work of God.
While Europe's eye is fix'd on mighty things, The fate of empires and the fall of kings; While quacks of State must each produce his plan, And even children lisp the Rights of Man; Amid this mighty fuss just let me mention, The Rights of Woman merit some attention.
Man's inhumanity to man makes countless thousands mourn!
Man's inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn. Man was made to Mourn.
Then gently scan your brother man, Still gentler sister woman; Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human.
The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that. For a' that an 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.
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.