Parcel O' 'Rogues (исполнитель: Alastair McDonald)
Farewell to all our Scottish fame, Farewell our ancient glory! Farewell even to the Scottish name. So famed in martial story! Now Sark [bad word] over Solway sands, And [bad word] 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 Through 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 old grey head had lain in clay With [bad word] and loyal Wallace! But pith and power, till my last hour I will make this declaration: 'We are bought and sold for English gold'- Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!