Lyrics
Judge not a man by the cost of his clothing
Judge not a life or path he may choose
Often admire a heart that needs loathing
Fail to give honour where honour is due
The palm may be hard and the fingers stiff jointed
The coat may be tatted and the cheeks worn with tears
The greater than Kings are labours appointed
You can't judge a man by the coat that he wears
Judge not a man by the cost of his clothing
The coat maybe ragged and his fortune unclear
For there's many true hearts beneath rags that are beating
Never judge any man by the coat that he wears
Give me the man as a friend and a neighbour
Who toils every day at the spade and the plough
Who earns his relief from a long week of labour
And wins his good wealth by the sweat of his brow
Let those who have wealth help the starving and struggling
Remember that this life has only one span
And wealth will not purchase our life for a moment
Of him who will judge not the coat but the man