Parcel Of Rogues Songtext

Parcel Of RoguesFarewell to all our Scottish waysFarewell our ancient gloryFarewell even to our Scottish nameSo famed in martial storyNow Sack runs over the Solway FirthAnd Tweed runs to the oceanTo mark where England's province standsSuch a parcel of rogues in a nationWhat force or guile could not subdueThrough many warlike agesIs wrought now by cowards fewFor hireling and traitor's wagesThe English steel we could disdainSecure invaders' stationThat we're bought and we're sold for English goldSuch a parcel of rogues in a nationOh would 'ere I had seen the dayThat treason thus could sell usMy old grey head had lain in clayWith Bruce and loyal WallaceBut pith and power to my last hourI'll make this declarationThat we're bought and we're sold for English goldSuch a parcel of rogues in a nation