Farewell tae all our Scottish fame
Farewell our ancient glory
Farewell even tae our Scottish name
Sae famed in martial story
Now Sark runs ower the Salway Sands
And Tweed runs tae the ocean
To mark where England's province stands
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation.

What force or guile couldna subdue
Through many warlike ages
Is wrought now by a coward 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.

Oh, would 'ere I had seen the day
When treason thus could fell us
My auld grey head had lain in clay
Wi' Bruce and loyal Wallace
But pith and power, 'til my last hour
I'll make this declaration
We were bought and sold for English gold
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation.

words and music by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)