Such a parcel of rogues in a nation

Such a parcel of rogues in a nation - A Song -

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 -

Mrs Hume -

Mr Burns