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Fareweel to a' our Scottish fame, Fareweel our ancient glory, Fareweel even to the Scottish name, Sae famed in martial story. Now Sark runs o'er the Solway sands, And Tweed runs 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, Through 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. |
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O, would or I had seen the day That treason thus could sell us, My auld gray head had lain 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. |
The charge of corruption which is made here against the majority of the Scottish parliament who ''treasonably sold us for English gold'' is repeated again and again in the Jacobite songs. Those who are familiar with the records of men like Archibald, Duke of Argyll, John, Earl of Stair, Lora Anandale, Lord Rothes, Traitor M'Kertney, Honest Kersland and othe members of the Unionist faction, will know that the charge was not without foundation.
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