A Parcel of Rogues in a Nation By Robert Burns Fareweel to a' our Scottish fame, Fareweel to ancient glory. Fareweel even tae the Scottish name, Sae famed in martial story. Now sark rins awer the Solway sands, And Tweed runs tae the ocean, To mark where England's province stands- Such a parcel of rogues in a nation. What force or guile could not subdue, Throu' many warlike ages. Is wrought now by a coward few For hireling traitors 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 or I had seen the day, That treason thus could sell us. My auld 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 were bought and sold for English Gold"- Such a parcel of rogues in a nation.
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