Parcel Of Rogues

Fareweel to all our Scottish fame
Fareweel our ancient glory
Fareweel even to our Scottish name
See famed in martial story

Now Sark runs over the Solway sands
Tweed runs to the ocean
To mark where England's province stands
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation

What force or guile could not subdue
Through many wor-like ages
Is rocked now by the coward few
For hireling traitor's wages

The English steel we could disdain
Secure in valour's station
But English gold has been our bane
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation

Oh would or I had seen the day
That treason thus could sell us
My old grey heid had lain in clay
Wi' Bruce and loyal Wallace

But pith and power till my last hour
I'll make this declaration
We are bought and sold for English gold
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation