I am a Bard

I am a bard of no regardWi' gentle folks, and a' that;But Homer-like, the glowrin' byke,Frae town to town I draw that.

For a' that, and a' that,And twice as muckle's a' that;I've lost but ane, I've twa behin'—I've wives eneugh for a' that.

I never drank the Muses' stank,Castalia's burn, and a' that;But there it streams, and richly reams,My Helicon I ca' that.

For a' that, &c.

Great love I bear to a' the fair,Their humble slave, and a' that;But lordly will, I hold it stillA mortal sin to thraw that.

For a' that, &c.

In raptures sweet, this hour we meet,Wi' mutual love, and a' that;But for how lang the flie may stang,Let inclination law that.

For a' that, &c.

Their tricks and craft have put me daft.They've ta'en me in, and a' that;But clear your decks, and here's—"The Sex!"I like the jads for a' that.

For a' that, and a' that,And twice as muckle's a' that;My dearest bluid to do them gude.They're welcome till't for a' that.