Tho' women's minds, like winter winds,
     May shift, and turn, an' a' that,
 The noblest breast adores them maist —
     A consequence I draw that.

 У женщин нрав порой лукав
 И прихотлив и прочее, -
 Но тот, в ком есть отвага, честь,
 Их верный раб и прочее.

 Chorus – For a' that, an' a' that,
                    And twice as meikle's a' that;
                The bonie lass that I loe best
                    She'll be my ain for a' that.

 И прочее,
 И прочее,
 И все такое прочее.
 Одну из тех, кто лучше всех,
 Себе в подруги прочу я.

 Great love I bear to a' the fair,
     Their humble slave, an' a' that;
 But lordly will, I hold it still
     A mortal sin to thraw that.
         For a' that, &c.

 На свете чту я красоту,
 Красавиц всех и прочее.
 От них отпасть,
 Презреть их власть -
 Позор, и грех, и прочее.

 But there is ane aboon the lave,
     Has wit, and sense, an' a' that;
 A bonie lass, I like her best,
     And wha a crime dare ca' that?
         For a' that, &c.

 Но есть одна. Она умна,
 Мила, добра и прочее.
 И чья вина, что мне она
 Куда милей, чем прочие!

 In rapture sweet this hour we meet,
     Wi' mutual love an' a' that,
 But for how lang the flie may stang,
     Let inclination law that.
         For a' that, &c.

 Their tricks an' craft hae put me daft.
     They've taen me in, an' a' that;
 But clear your decks, and here's—"The Sex!"
     I like the jads for a' that.
         For a' that, &c.