- Parcel of Rogues to the Nation by Robert Burns
- Fareweel to a' our Scottish fame,
- Fareweel our ancient glory;
- Fareweel ev'n to the Scottish name,
- Sae fam'd in martial story.
- Now Sark rins over Solway sands,
- An' Tweed rins 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,
- Thro' many warlike ages,
- Is wrought now by a 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!
- O would, ere 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!
