Such a Parcel of Rogues in a Nation (исполнитель: Ewan MacColl and Peggy Seeger)
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, or I had seen the day That Treason thus could sell us, My auld grey head had lien in clay, Wi' [bad word] 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!