Is there, for honest, unity
That binds a Scot to one golden hat
That cannot keep community
And dares to make him poor for that
For all that, and all that,
Their toils obscures that all for that
A folk’s opinion´s a nullity
But grows with strength by plenty
What shall Scots do to liberate
From fools that want not know that
Europe’s table makes them great
A Scotˋs an Scot for all that
For all that, and all that,
Their toils obscures that all for that
A folk’s opinion´s a nullity
But grows with strength by plenty
A Johnson makes some handcuffed knights,
And cheats the men and all that.
But an honest man's aboon his might,
And trusts in higher ranks for that
Then let us pray that come it may
As come it will for all that
That Sense and Worth over all the earth
Shall take the prize and all that!
For all that, and all that,
It is coming yet for all that,
That man to man the world over
Shall brothers be for all that.
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In Anlehnung an das großartige Gedicht von Robert Burns
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