Such a Parcel of Rogues in a Nation

Such a Parcel of Rogues in a Nation - Ewan MacColl

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 stell 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 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