[Verse 1]
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 o'er Solway sands
An' Tweed rins tae the ocean
Tae mark where England's province stands-
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!

[Verse 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-
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!

[Verse 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-
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!