Henrik Norbeck's Song Lyrics

Parcel of Rogues

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Farewell to all our Scottish fame, farewell to ancient glory
Farewell even to our Scottish name, so famed in martial story.
Now Sark runs over the Solway sands, and Tweed runs 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 through many warlike ages,
Is wrought now by cowards few for hireling traitors' wages.
The English steel we could disdain, secure in valor's station,
But English gold has been our bane - such a parcel of rogues in a nation!

Oh would ere I had seen the day that treason thus could sell us,
My old grey head had lain in clay with Bruce and loyal Wallace.
But pith and power till my last hour, I'll make this declaration,
We're bought and we're sold for English gold - such a parcel of rogues in a nation!

Comp: Words by Robert Burns (1759-1796), Scotland

Discography: The Dubliners
The Corries

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