Parcel Of Rogues
| Robert Burns |
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| Fareweel to a' our Scottish fame Fareweel our ancient glory Fareweel even to the Scottish name Sae famed in martial story Now Sark rins o'er the Solway sands And Tweed rins to the ocean To mark whare 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 cowards few For hireling traitor's wages The English steel we could disdain Secure in valor'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 lain in clay Wi' Bruce and loyal Wallace But pith and power thill my last hour I'll mak this declaration We're bought and sold for English gold Such a parcel of rogues in a nation This page has been viewed 2243 times |
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