Rogues In A Nation

Farewell to all our Scottish fame

Farewell our ancient glory

Farewell even to our Scottish name

Sae fam'd in martial story

Now Sark runs over 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 or gile could not subdue

Through 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!

I would, or I had seen the day

That treason thus could sell us

My auld gray head had lain 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!