Robert Burns

The rank is but the guinea's stamp,
The man's the gowd for a' that.

The rank is but the guinea's stamp,
The man's the gowd for a' that.

Morality, thou deadly bane,Thy tens o' thousands thou has slain!

Morality, thou deadly bane,Thy tens o' thousands thou has slain!

Contented wi' little, and cantie wi' mair.

Contented wi' little, and cantie wi' mair.

Cursed be the man, the poorest wretch in life,
The crouching vassal, to the tyrant wife,
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Cursed be the man, the poorest wretch in life,
The crouching vassal, to the tyrant wife,
Who has no will but by her high permission;
Who has not sixpence but in her possession;
Who must to her his dear friend's secret tell;
Who dreads a curtain lecture worse than hell.
Were such the wife had fallen to my part,
I'd break her spirit or I'd break her heart.

As Tammie glow'red, amazed and curious,
The mirth and fun grew fast and furious.

As Tammie glow'red, amazed and curious,
The mirth and fun grew fast and furious.