Then let us pray that come it may―― As come it will for a’ that―― That Jingo rant and Cad-dom’s cant May hush their row and a’ that! For a’ that and a’ that, It’s coming yet for a’ that, When patriots true the wide world o’er Shall brothers be for a’ that! _Punch_, November 30, 1878. ―――― “OUR OLD NOBILITY.” Is there, for princely opulence, That hangs his head, and a’ that? We wish the coward better sense, And dare be rich for a’ that. For a’ that and a’ that, We’re noble Peers and a’ that. The commoner’s a common scamp; A Lord’s a Lord for a’ that! What though on plate we daily dine, Wear coronets and a’ that? Let knaves have beer instead of wine, We stick to hock and a’ that. For a’ that and a’ that,―― Their pewter pots and a’ that,―― For all our gold we never blush, A Lord’s a Lord for a’ that! Yon bragging pauper struts about, And rants and raves and a’ that; However loudly he may shout He’s but an ass for a’ that! For a’ that and a’ that―― His People’s Rights and a’ that; In pride of birth and money’s worth A Lord’s a Lord for a’ that! _Fun_, January 22, 1879. ―――― It is among the things not generally known that Sir Arthur Guinness is a poet. He is said to have replied to the Prime-Minister’s offer of a Peerage in the following strain:―― Your kind intention I must damp, The game of rank’s not worth my candle; It is, sir, but the Guinness’ stamp; My honest pewter needs no handle. ―――― A SONG FOR MIDLOTHIAN. Is there, for double U. E. G., That curls his lip and a’ that? The Tory loon, we’ll let him be, And gae oor ways for a’ that! For a’ that and a’ that, Election-cries, and a’ that; The rank may be the guinea’s stamp, The man’s the man for a’ that. Ye see yon Dalkeith, ca’d a lord, Wha tries to speak, and a’ that; Tho’ hundreds worship at his word, He’s nae sae great for a’ that; For a’ that, and a’ that, His ancestry, and a’ that; The man o’ dauntless eloquence, He comes and wins for a’ that. A candidate may be a knight, A lord, an earl, and a’ that, But the ballot’s far aboon his might―― Guid faith, he mauna fa’ that! For a’ that, for a’that, Their faggot-votes, and a’ that, The pith o’ sense and pride o’ speech Do bigger things than a’ that.