PARCEL OF ROGUES __________________ Traditional __________________ Farewell to all our Scottish ways Farewell our ancient glory Farewell even to our Scottish name So famed in mertial story Now Sack runs over the Solway Firth And Tweed runs to the ocean To mark where England's province tands Such a parcel of rogues in a nation What force or guile could not bubdue Through many warlike ages Is wrought now by cowards few For hireling and traitors wages The English steel we could disdain Secure in valors station That we'rebought and we're sold for English gold Such a parcel of rogues in a nation Oh would 'ere I had seen the day That treason thus could sell us My old grey head had lain in clay With Bruce an loyal Wallace But pith and power to my last hour I'll make this declartion That we'nd we're sold for English gold Such a parcel of rogues in a nation