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!

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!