Farewell to a' our Scottish fame, Farewell our ancient glory; Farewell ev'n to the Scottish name, Sae fam'd in martial story. Now Sark rins over Solway sands, An' 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 traitor's wages. The English stell 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 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! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MIDDLETON PLACE by AMY LOWELL THE CHALLENGE by ALEXANDER POPE SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 50 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE OLD FERRYMAN by ANTIPHILUS OF BYZANTIUM ON THE THRESHOLD by ASTLEY H. BALDWIN THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 51. FAREWELL TO JULIET (13) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT DAPHNE; FOR GRAHAM ROBERTSON by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |