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42. FOR A'THAT AND A'THAT.

Is there, for honest poverty,

That hangs his head, and a'that?

The coward slave, we pass him by,
And dare be poor for a'that!
For a'that, and a'that,

Our toils obscure, and a'that;

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

What tho' on hamely fare we dine,
Wear hodden-grey, and a'that;

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Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine,

A man's a man for a'that.

For a'that, and a'that,

Their tinsel show, and a'that;

An honest man, though e'er sae poor,

Is king o'men for a'that.

Ye see yon birkie,2 ca'd a lord,

Wha struts, and stares, and a'that;

Tho' hundreds worship at his word,
He's but a coof for a'that:

For a'that, and a'that,

His riband, star and a'that;

The man of independent mind,
He looks and laughs at 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,

Their dignities, and a'that,

1 humble.

2 a clever fellow.

3 a blockhead.

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The pith o'sense, and pride o'worth,
Are higher ranks than a'that.

Then let us pray, that come it may,
As come it will for a'that,

When sense and worth, o'er a'the earth,

Shall bear the gree,* and a'that:

For a'that, and a'that,

It's coming yet, for a'that,

That man to man, the warld o'er,

Shall brothers be for a'that.

Burns.

43.-FAITHLESS SALLY BROWN.

YOUNG BEN he was a nice young man,

A carpenter by trade;

And he fell in love with Sally Brown,

That was a lady's maid.

But as they fetch'd a walk one day,
They met a press-gang crew;

And Sally she did faint away,

Whilst Ben he was brought to

The boatswain swore with wicked words,

Enough to shock a saint,

That though she did seem in a fit,

'Twas nothing but a feint.

"Come, girl," said he, "hold up your head,

"He'll be as good as me ;

"For when your swain is in our boat,

"A boatswain he will be."

So when they'd made their game of her,
And taken off her elf,

4 be the victor.

She roused and found she only was
A-coming to herself.

"And is he gone, and is he gone?"
She cried, and wept outright:
"Then I will to the water-side,
"And see him out of sight."

A waterman came up to her,
"Now, young woman," said he,

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If you weep on so, you will make "Eye-water in the sea."

"Alas! they've taken my beau Ben "To sail with old Benbow;

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And her woe began to run afresh,
As if she'd said Gee woe!

Says he, "They've only taken him
"To the Tender ship, you see;

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"The Tender ship," cried Sally Brown, "What a hard-ship that must be !

"O! would I were a mermaid now

"For then I'd follow him;

"But oh! I'm not a fish-woman,

"And so I cannot swim.

"Alas! I was not born beneath

"The Virgin and the Scales,

"So I must curse my cruel stars,
"And walk about in Wales."

Now Ben had sail'd to many a place
That's underneath the world;

But in two years the ship came home,
And all her sails were furl'd.

But when he call'd on Sally Brown,
To see how she got on,

He found she'd got another Ben,
Whose Christian name was John.

"O Sally Brown, O Sally Brown,
"How could you serve me so?

"I've met with many a breeze before, "But never such a blow."

Then reading on his 'bacco-box,

He heaved a bitter sigh,

And then began to eye his pipe,

And then to pipe his eye.

And then he tried to sing "All's Well,"

But could not though he tried ;

His head was turn'd, and so he chew'd
His pigtail till he died.

His death, which happen'd in his berth,

At forty-odd befell;

They went and told the sexton, and

The sexton toll'd the bell.

44.

CHEVY CHASE.

THE Percy out of Northumberland,

And a vow to God made he,

That he would hunt in the mountains

Of Cheviot within days three,

In the maugre of 1 doughty Douglas,

And all that with him be.

The fattest harts in all Cheviot

He said he would kill, and carry away;

1 in spite of.

Hood.

"By my faith," said the doughty Douglas again, "I will let that hunting if I may.”

Then the Percy out of Barnborough came,

And with him a mighty meynè,3

Fifteen hundred archers, of blood and bone,

They were chosen out of shires three.

This began on a Monday at morn,
In Cheviot the hills so hie;

The child may rue it that is unborn;
It was the more pitie.

The drivers through the woodès went,
For to raise the deer;

Bowmen bicker'd upon the bent 5
With their broad arrows clear.

Then the wild thorough the woodès went,
On every side shear;

Greyhounds through the greves" glent?
For to kill their deer.

They began in Cheviot, the hills above,
Early on Monanday;

By that it drew to the hour of noon,
A hundred fat hartès dead there lay.

They blew a snort upon the bent,
They assembled on sides shear ; 8
To the quarry then the Percy went,
To the brittling 10 of the deer.

He said, "It was the Douglas's promise
"This day to meet me here:

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