Lyrics:
Farewell to all our Scottish wayFarewell our ancient gloryFarewell even to our Scottish nameSo famed in marshal storyNow Sark over the Solway FirthAnd Tweed runs to the oceanTo mark where England's Province standsSuch a parcel of rogues in a nationWhat force or guile could not subdueThrough many war-like agesIs wrought now by a coward fewFor hiring traders wagesThe English steel we could disdainSecured in Valor's stationBut we're bought and we're sold for English GoldSuch a Parcel Of Rogues in a nationOh would or I had seen the dayThat treason thus could sell usMy old gray head had lyed in clayWith Bruce and loyal WallaceBut pith and power, till my last hourI'll make this declaration That we're bought and we're sold for English GoldSuch a Parcel of Rogues In a nation