<<Back to Poems Menu Previous Next
Date of writing: 1791

Place written:

 

Such A Parcel Of Rogues In A Nation
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 over Solway sands,
An' Tweed rins 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,
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!

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!
Home Contact Us News Online Tour History Visiting Info Links Poetry Burns - The Man
Join the Friends of Ellisland
Dumfries Burns Trail
friends@ellislandfarm.co.uk

© Friends of Ellisland 2017. All Rights Reserved. Scottish Charity Number 279994

 

Designed by SuperWebs