Ian Bruce - Such A Parcel Of Rogues In A Nation | Текст песни

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Farewell to all our Scottish fame,
Farewell our ancient glory.
Farewell even to the Scottish name.
Sae famed in martial story.

Now Sark runs over Solway sands,
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 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.

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.