Parcel Of Rogues


Farewell to all our Scottish ways
Farewell our ancient glory
Farewell even to our Scottish name
So famed in mertial story
Now Sack runs over the Solway Firth
And Tweed runs to the ocean
To mark where England's province tands 
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation

What force or guile could not bubdue
Through many warlike ages
Is wrought now by cowards few
For hireling and traitors wages
The English steel we could disdain
Secure in valors station
That we'rebought and we're sold for English gold
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation

Oh would 'ere I had seen the day 
That treason thus could sell us
My old grey head had lain in clay
With Bruce an loyal Wallace
But pith and power to my last hour
I'll make this declartion
That we'nd we're sold for English gold
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation

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