Such A Parcel Of Rogues In A Nation

Fareweel to a´ our Scottish fame,
Fareweel our ancient glory;
Fareweel even to the Scottish name,
Sae famed in martial story.
Now Sark rins over Solway sands,
And Tweed rins to the ocean,
To mark where England´s province stands -
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!

What force and guile could not subdue,
Thro´ many warlike ages,
Is wrought now by a coward few,
For hireling traitor´s wages.
The English stell we could disdain,
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 lien in clay,
Wi´ Bruce and loyal Wallace!
But pith and power, till my last hour,
I´ll mak this declaration;
We´re bought and sold for English gold
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!