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Is there for honest Poverty
That hings his head, an’ a’ that;
The coward slave-we pass him by,
We dare be poor for a’ that!
For a’ that, an’ a’ that.
Our toils obscure an’ a’ that,
The rank is but the guinea’s stamp,
The Man’s the gowd for a’ that. [More]

I grew up with my father quoting Robert Burns, Scotland’s poet, complete with brogue. “For a’ that” being one of my favorites. So much so I even put it on a vanity plate. Littlest wee beastie was due on Robbie Burns’ birthday, today. (Thankfully, he decided to arrive early given his nearly ten pound birth weight!) We’ll be enjoying some Scottish dishes tonight with a wee dram or two of whisky.

In celebration of Burns Day

Who is your favorite poet?