Such a Parcel of Rogues in a Nation
Such a Parcel of Rogues in a Nation (modren Scots: Sic a Parcel o Rogues in a Nation) is a Scottish folk sang whase lyrics are taen frae an eponymous Robert Burns poem o 1791.[1][2]
Lyrics
eedit- Fareweel to a' our Scottish fame,
- Fareweel our ancient glory;
- Fareweel 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 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 mak this declaration;
- We're bought and sold for English gold-
- Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!
Fremmit airtins
eedit- Sic a Parcel of Rogues. Centre for the Scots Leid wabsteid (in Inglis)
References
eedit- ↑ "Robert Burns Country: Such A Parcel Of Rogues In A Nation:". www.robertburns.org. Archived frae the original on 16 December 2014. Retrieved 16 November 2022.
- ↑ "Scotslanguage.com - Sic a Parcel of Rogues". www.scotslanguage.com (in Inglis). Retrieved 16 November 2022.
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