Weekly Interlinear Poem





This is the poem
for the week of August 17.
A new interlinear poem
is available each Monday.

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Robert Jackson

A Man's a Man For All That
-Robert Burns



Is there for honest poverty
(is there anybody honest but poor)
That hangs his head and all that?
(that cringes because of his poverty)
The coward slave, we pass him by,
coward slave=slave of his own pride
We dare be poor for all that!
For all that and all that.
Our toils obscure and all that.
Our toils obscure=We dare toil obscurely
The rank is but the guinea's stamp.
The rank=Aristocratic rank
guinea=a gold coin
stamp=stamped on the face of the coin

The Man's the gold for all that.

What though on homely fare we dine,
Wear hodden grey, and all that.
hodden=coarse wool
Give fools their silks and knaves their wine,
A Man's a Man for all that,
For all that and all that,
Their tinsel show and all that.
The honest man, though e'er so poor,
Is king of men for all that.

You see yon birkie, called a lord,
birkie=grand fellow
who struts, and stares and all that.
Though hundreds worship at his word,
He's but a cuif for all that.
cuif=fool
For all that and all that,
His riband, star, and all that.
riband=ribbon worn across the chest denoting an honor
star=a medal in the shape of a star

The man of independent mind
He looks and laughs at all that.

A prince can make a belted knight,
belt=belt around a sash that is wrapped around the waist and shoulder, part of Scottish military dress
A marquis, duke, and all that,
But an honest man's above his might.
Good faith, he mustn't fault that!
fault that=fault being above the might of aristocratic rank
For all that and all that,
Their dignities and all that.
The pith of sense and pride of worth
Are higher rank than all that.

Then let us pray that, come it may,
(As come it will for all that)
That Sense and Worth o'er all the earth
Shall bear the gree and all that.
bear the gree=take the prize
For all that and all that,
It's coming yet, for all that,
That Man to Man the world o'er
(world - wor-ld - two syllables)
Shall brothers be for all that.

Is there for honest poverty
That hangs his head and all that?
The coward slave, we pass him by,
We dare be poor for all that!
For all that and all that.
Our toils obscure and all that.
The rank is but the guinea's stamp.
The Man's the gold for all that.

What though on homely fare we dine,
Wear hoddin grey, and all that.
Give fools their silks and knaves their wine,
A Man's a Man for all that,
For all that and all that.
Their tinsel show and all that.
The honest man, though e'er so poor,
Is king of men for all that.

You see yon birkie, called a lord,
who struts, and stares and all that.
Though hundreds worship at his word,
He's but a cuif for all that.
For all that and all that,
His riband, star, and all that.
The man of independent mind
He looks and laughs at all that.

A prince can make a belted knight,
A marquis, duke, and all that,
But an honest man's above his might.
Good faith, he mustn't fault that!
For all that and all that,
Their dignities and all that.
The pith of sense and pride of worth
Are higher rank than all that.

Then let us pray that, come it may,
(As come it will for all that)
That Sense and Worth o'er all the earth
Shall bear the gree and all that.
For all that and all that,
It's coming yet for all that,
That Man to Man the world o'er
Shall brothers be for all that.


Listen to Charlie Zahm sing the poem: