Classic Poem

I am a bard of no regard,
Wi' gentle folks an' a' that;
But HOMER LIKE the glowran byke,
Frae town to town I draw that.
Chorus

For a' that an' a' that,
An' twice as muckle's a' that,
I've lost but ANE, I've TWA behin',
I've WIFE ENEUGH for a' that.

I never drank the Muses' STANK,
Castalia's burn an' a' that,
But there it streams an' richly reams,
My HELICON I ca' that.
For a' that & c.

Great love I bear to all the FAIR,
Their humble slave an' a' that;
But lordly WILL, I hold it still
A mortal sin to thraw that.
For a' that & c.

In raptures sweet this hour we meet,
Wi' mutual love an' a' that;
But for how lang the FLIE MAY STANG,
Let INCLINATION law that.
For a' that & c.

Their tricks an' craft hae put me daft,
They've ta'en me in, an' a' that,
But clear your decks an' here 's the SEX!
I like the jads for a' that.
For a' that an' a' that
An' twice as muckle's a' that,
My DEAREST BLUID to do them guid,
They're welcome till 't for a' that.
Recitativo--
So sung the BARD--and Nansie's waws
Shook with a thunder of applause
Re-echo'd from each mouth!
They toom'd their pocks, they pawn'd their duds,
They scarcely left to coor their fuds
To quench their lowan drouth:

Then owre again the jovial thrang
The Poet did request
To lowse his PACK an' wale a sang,
A BALLAD o' the best.
He, rising, rejoicing,
Between his TWA DEBORAHS,
Looks round him an' found them
Impatient for the Chorus.