A Man's a Man (In the Circuit Light)

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Lyrics You sang for ploughmen, for soil and bread, For worth not priced by the crowns on heads. Now suits wear silk and the chains look clean, But the game’s the same — just sharper screens. You said rank is but the guinea’s stamp, We say wealth’s a glitch in a rigged-up camp. A lord’s still hollow behind the name, A worker still bears the weight and flame. The mouse still runs from the harvest blade, Now chased by debt in a digit age. But mercy lives where the people stand, Same spark you saw in the common man. Oh Rabbie Burns, if you walked tonight, You’d rhyme in bars of green and light. You’d toast the land, not owned, not sold, But held in trust by young and old. You’d curse the chains with a poet’s grin, Laugh at the laird in his tailored sin. Then lift your glass to the ones below, Saying “We’re equal still, don’t you know?” We dream a Scotland you’d recognise — Not dressed in tartan lies for eyes. But fed, housed, warm, with culture free, Where dignity’s the currency. Where toil don’t break the human soul, Where nature’s healed, not stripped for coal. Where art still bites, and love’s the plan, And a man’s a man — by more than clan. So here’s to you, old ghost of rhyme, Still schooling kings across all time. Your words survived the blade and ban, Now echo loud in the cyber-clan. We raise this track, not just to cheer, But to carry forward what you held dear: That worth is real, that pride is sham, And a man’s a man — for a’ that.