Song | Is There for Honest Poverty (For A' That) |
Artist | Andy M. Stewart |
Album | Songs of Robert Burns |
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作词 : Burns | |
Tho' women's minds, like winter winds, | |
May shift, and turn, an' a' that, | |
The noblest breast adores them maist- | |
A consequence | |
I draw that. | |
Chorus For a' that, an' a' that, | |
And twice as meikle's a' that; | |
The bonie lass that | |
I loe best | |
She'll be my ain for a' that. | |
Great love | |
I bear to a' 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. | |
But there is ane aboon the lave, | |
Has wit, and sense, an' a' that; | |
A bonie lass, | |
I like her best, | |
And wha a crime dare ca' that? | |
For a' that, &c. | |
In rapture 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 taen me in, an' a' that; | |
But clear your decks, and here's-"The Sex!" | |
I like the jads for a' that. | |
For a' that, &c. |
zuo ci : Burns | |
Tho' women' s minds, like winter winds, | |
May shift, and turn, an' a' that, | |
The noblest breast adores them maist | |
A consequence | |
I draw that. | |
Chorus For a' that, an' a' that, | |
And twice as meikle' s a' that | |
The bonie lass that | |
I loe best | |
She' ll be my ain for a' that. | |
Great love | |
I bear to a' 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. | |
But there is ane aboon the lave, | |
Has wit, and sense, an' a' that | |
A bonie lass, | |
I like her best, | |
And wha a crime dare ca' that? | |
For a' that, c. | |
In rapture 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 taen me in, an' a' that | |
But clear your decks, and here' s" The Sex!" | |
I like the jads for a' that. | |
For a' that, c. |
zuò cí : Burns | |
Tho' women' s minds, like winter winds, | |
May shift, and turn, an' a' that, | |
The noblest breast adores them maist | |
A consequence | |
I draw that. | |
Chorus For a' that, an' a' that, | |
And twice as meikle' s a' that | |
The bonie lass that | |
I loe best | |
She' ll be my ain for a' that. | |
Great love | |
I bear to a' 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. | |
But there is ane aboon the lave, | |
Has wit, and sense, an' a' that | |
A bonie lass, | |
I like her best, | |
And wha a crime dare ca' that? | |
For a' that, c. | |
In rapture 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 taen me in, an' a' that | |
But clear your decks, and here' s" The Sex!" | |
I like the jads for a' that. | |
For a' that, c. |