Here you will find the Poem Fareweel To A'Our Scottish Fame of poet Robert Burns
Fareweel to a' our Scottish fame, Fareweel our ancient glory; Fareweel ev'n to the Scottish name, Sae famed in martial story! Now Sark rins over Solway sands, And 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 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— Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!