PATRICK ANDERSON, that's a fine Scots monicker ye hae there. It's a pity ye dinna hae the intestinal fortitude to gae alang wi it. I'll bet ye've got pink panties under yer kilt.

What though on hamely fare we dine,

Wear hoddin grey, an' a' that?

Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine,

A man's a man for a' that.

For a' that, an' a' that.

Their tinsel show, an' a' that,

The honest man, tho' e'er sae poor,

Is king o' men for a' that.

'Up yer kilt Patrick, "hic." Time for anither wee dram.'