. One hundred and one famous poems, with a prose supplement. ols their silks, and knaves their wine— A mans a man for a that! For a that, and a that, Their tinsel show, and a that; The honest man, though eer sae poor, Is king o men, for a that! Ye see yon birkie cad a lord,Wha struts, an stares, an a that—Tho hundreds worship at his word,Hes 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 an laughs at a that. A prince can mak a belted knight, A marquis, duke, and a that; But an honest mans aboon his might— Gude faith, he mauna fa t
. One hundred and one famous poems, with a prose supplement. ols their silks, and knaves their wine— A mans a man for a that! For a that, and a that, Their tinsel show, and a that; The honest man, though eer sae poor, Is king o men, for a that! Ye see yon birkie cad a lord,Wha struts, an stares, an a that—Tho hundreds worship at his word,Hes 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 an laughs at a that. A prince can mak a belted knight, A marquis, duke, and a that; But an honest mans aboon his might— Gude faith, he mauna fa that! For a that, and a that, Their dignities, an a that; The pith 0 sense, and pride o worth, Are higher rank than a that. Page One Hundred and Twenty-four ©«£ ]&mibxzb. *m& ®nv fflnmttnz Ifyxivms Then let us pray that come it may,—As come it will for a that,—That sense and worth, oer a the earth,May bear the gree, an a a that, and a that,Its comin yet, for a that—That man to man, the warld oer,Shall brithers be for a Jest Fore Christmas Eugene Field {Born September 3, 1850; Died November4, 1895) Father calls me William, sister calls me Will, Mother calls me Willie, but the fellers call me Bill! Mighty glad I aint a girl—ruther be a boy, Without them sashes, curls, an things thats worn by Fauntleroy!Love to chawnk green apples an go swimmin in the lake—Hate to take the castor-ile they give for belly-ache!Most all the time, the whole year round, there aint no flies on me,But jest fore Christmas Im as good as I kin be! Got a yeller dog named Sport, sick him on the cat;First thing she knows she doesnt know where she is at!Got a clipper sled, an when us kids goes out to slide,Long comes the grocery cart, an we all hook a ride!But sometimes when the grocery man is worrited an cross,He reaches at us with his whip, an larrups up his hoss,An then I laff an holler, Oh, ye never teched me!But jest fore Christmas Im as good as I kin be! Page One Hundred
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