Songtext
Farewell to all our Scottish way
Farewell our ancient glory
Farewell even to our Scottish name
So famed in marshal story
Now Sark over the Solway Firth
And Tweed runs 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
Through many war-like ages
Is wrought now by a coward few
For hiring traders wages
The English steel we could disdain
Secured in Valor's station
But we're bought and we're sold for English Gold
Such a Parcel Of Rogues in a nation
Oh would or I had seen the day
That treason thus could sell us
My old gray head had lyed in clay
With Bruce and loyal Wallace
But pith and power, till my last hour
I'll make this declaration
That we're bought and we're sold for English Gold
Such a Parcel of Rogues In a nation
