A Tribute from Robert Burns
Fareweel to a' our Scottish fame, Farewell our ancient glory! Fareweel even to our Scottish name, Sae famed 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, Through 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, ere 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 make this declaration, We're bought and sold for English Gold: Such a parcel of rogues in a nation! Robert Burns |
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