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Weary fa' the Lawland loon
Wha took frae him the British croun;
But blessings on the kilted clans
That fought for him at Prestonpans.

Geordie sits in Charlie's chair,
Deil tak him gin he bide there;
Charlie yet shall mount the throne,
Weel ye ken it is his own.

Such a Parcel of Rogues in a Nation.

Written on occasion of the Union between England and Scotland.

 

Farewell to a' our Scottish fame,
 Farewell our ancient glory;
Farewell e'en to the Scottish name,
 Sae famed in ancient story!
Now Sark rins o'er the Solway sands,
 And 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
 Through many warlike ages,
Is wrought now by a coward few
 For hireling traitors' wages.
The English steel we could disdain,
 Secure in valour's station;
But English gold has been our bane:
 Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!

I would, ere I had seen the day
 That treason thus could sell us,
My auld grey head had lain in clay
 Wi' Bruce and loyal Wallace!
But pith arid power, to my last hour
 I'll make this declaration,—
We're bought and sold for English gold:
 Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!