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]

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!

• Sic a Parcel of Rogues. Centre for the Scots Leid wabsteid (in Inglis)

1. ↑ "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.
2. ↑ "Scotslanguage.com - Sic a Parcel of Rogues". www.scotslanguage.com (in Inglis). Retrieved 16 November 2022.

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