1. Fare weel tae a' our Scottish fame,
Fareweel to ancient glo ry.
Fareweel even tae the Scottish name,
Sae famed in martial sto ry.
Now sark rins over Sol way sands,
Tweed rins tae the ocean,
tae mark where Englands province
Standssic a parcel o' rogues in a nation!
2. 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 stell we could disdain,
Secure in valour's station;
But English gold has been our bane
Sic a parcel of rogues in a nation!
3. O would, or 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
Sic a parcel of rogues in a nation!
