1.
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 Salway sands, 
An' Tweed rins to the ocean, 
To mark where England's province stands -- 
Such a parcel of 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 steel we could disdain, 
Secure in valour's station; 
But English gold has been our bane -- 
Such 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' [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!