 Is there for honest poverty That hangs his head and all that? The coward's slave we pass and buy We dare be cruel or all that? For all that and all that Are toils obscure and all that? The rank is but the guinea stamp The man's a gout for all that What though unhamely fair we dine We're hot and gray and all that? He fools their silks and knaves their wine A man's a man for all that For all that and all that Their tinsel's show and all that? The honest man, the wealthy poor Is king or man for all that? You see, on Burke he called a lord What struts and stares and all that? Though hundreds worship at his word He's but a coup for all that For all that and all that His ribbon-star and all that? The man who will depend in mind He looks and laughs at all that A prince can make a bill tonight A marquis duke and all that But an honest man's a boon his might Good faith he manner for that For all that and all that Their dignities and all that? The pith or sense and pride of worth Are higher ranks than all that Then let us pray that come the day And soon it will for all that That sense and worth for all the earth Shall bear the grie and all that For all that and all that It's coming yet for all that That man to man the world'll door Shall brothers be for all that