Such a parcel of rogues in a nation
  • Neither the poet's name nor mark are attached to this piece, but there can be little doubt that he is the author
  • encapsulating the national indigation at the time of The Union of 1707.
  • FAREWEEL to a’ our Scottish fame,
  • Fareweel our ancient glory;
  • Fareweel even to the Scottish name,
  • Sae fam’d 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 force or guile could not subdue
  • Thro’ many warlike ages,
  • Is wrought now by a coward few,
  • For hireling traitors’ 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, ‘or I had seen the day
  • That treason thus could sell us,-
  • My auld grey head had lain 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
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