Parcel of Rogues
Author Unknown
Farewell to a' our Scottish fame,
Farewell our ancient glory.
Farewell even to our Scottish name,
So famed in martial story.
Now Sark runs o'er the Solway Sands,
And Tweed runs to the ocean,
To mark where England's province stands.
Such a parcel of Rogues in a Nation!
What force of guile could not subdue;
Through many warlike ages,
Is wrought now by a coward few
For hireling traitor's wages.
The English steel we could distain,
Secure in valour's station,
But English gold has been our bane.
Such a parcel of Rogues in a Nation!
O, would or I had seen the day
That treason thus could sell us.
My auld grey head had laid in clay
Wi' Bruce and loyal Wallace!
But pith and power, till my last hour,
I'll make this declaration ----
We were bought and sold for English gold.
Such a parcel of Rogues in a Nation!
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