[Verse 1]
Farewell to all our Scottish way
Farewell our ancient glory
Farewell even to our Scottish name
So famed in marshal story

[Verse 2]
Now Sark runs over the Solway Firth
And Tweed runs to the ocean
To mark where England's Province stands
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation

[Verse 3]
What force or guile could not subdue
Through many war-like ages
Is wrought now by a coward few
For hiring traders wages

[Verse 4]
The English steel we could disdain
Secured in Valor's station
But we're bought and we're sold for English Gold
Such a Parcel Of Rogues in a nation

[Verse 5]
Oh would or I had seen the day
That treason thus could sell us
My old gray head had lyed in clay
With Bruce and loyal Wallace
[Verse 6]
But pith and power, till my last hour
I'll make this declaration
That we're bought and we're sold for English Gold
Such a Parcel of Rogues In a nation