Tho' right be aft put down by strength, br As mony a day we saw that, br The true and leilfu' cause at length br Shall bear the grie for a' that. br For a' that an a' that, br Guns, guillotines, and a' that, br The Fleur-de-lis, that lost her right, br Is queen again for a' that! br br We'll twine her in a friendly knot br With England's rose and a' that, br The Shamrock shall not be forgot, br For Wellington made bra' that. br The Thistle, tho' her leaf be rude, br Yet faith we'll no misca' that, br She sheltered in her solitude br The Fleur-de-lis, for a' that! br br The Austrian Vine, the Prussian pine. br (For Blucher's sake, hurra that,) br The Spanish olive too shall join, br And bloom in peace for a' that. br Stout Russia's hemp, so surely twin'd br Around our wreath we'll draw that, br And he that would the cord unbind, br Shall have it for his gra-vat! br br Or if to chock sae puir a sot, br Your pity scorn to thraw that, br The Devil's Elbo' be his lot, br Where he may sit and claw that.