Fareweel to A' Our Scottish Fame

Fareweel to a' our Scottish fame,
Fareweel our ancient glory!
Fareweel ev'n to tae Scottish name.
Sae fam'd in martial story!
Now Sark rins o'er the Solway sands,

And 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 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, ere 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!

Robert Burns