X:115
T:Parcel of Rogues
R:song
C:Words by Robert Burns (1759-1796), Scotland
D:The Dubliners
D:The Corries
Z:id:hn-song-115
M:4/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=75
K:Gm
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(Bc) | (de)(dc) B2AG | (FD)(CB,) B4- | B3F B2(AB) | c2(Bc) (d3c) | G4-G2
(Bc) | (df)(cd) B2(AG) | (FD)(CB,) B4- | B2AG (FD)CB, | C2DF (G>AGF) | D4-D2 ||
W:Farewell to all our Scottish fame, farewell to ancient glory
W:Farewell even to our Scottish name, so famed in martial story.
W:Now Sark runs over the Solway sands, and Tweed runs to the ocean
W:To mark where England's province stands - such a parcel of rogues in a nation!
W:
W:What force or guile could not subdue through many warlike ages,
W:Is wrought now by cowards few for hireling traitors' wages.
W:The English steel we could disdain, secure in valor's station,
W:But English gold has been our bane - such a parcel of rogues in a nation!
W:
W:Oh would ere I had seen the day that treason thus could sell us,
W:My old grey head had lain in clay with Bruce and loyal Wallace.
W:But pith and power till my last hour, I'll make this declaration,
W:We're bought and we're sold for English gold - such a parcel of rogues in a nation!