Fareweel to a' our Scotish fame,
Fareweel our ancient glory;
Fareweel even to the Scotish name,
Sae kend 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 guile or force 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 gray head had lien in clay
Wi' Bruce & loyal Wallace!
But pith & power, to my last hour,
I'll breathe this exclamation;
We're bought & sold for English gold -
Such a parcel o' rogues in a nation -
Mr Burns
Key details
- Archive number
- NTS/02/25/BRN/02/46
- Alt. number
- 3.6186
- On display
- No
- Creator
- Burns, Robert (Author)
- Archive number
- NTS/02/25/BRN/02/46
- Alt. number
- 3.6186
- On display
- No
- Creator
- Burns, Robert (Author)
Description
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation. 3 eight-line verses begins "Fareweel to a' our Scottish fame".
In modern publications the first line in the second verse is "What force or guile."
Archive information
Themes
Hierarchy
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Robert Burns, collection of poems and songs
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a sub-fonds is a subdivision in the archival material)
- Such a parcel of rogues in a nation
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