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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 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, Thro' many warlike ages, Is wrought now by a coward few For hireling traitor's 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. O would, or I had seen the day That treason thus could sell us, My auld gray 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.

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John Sessions

About this work

This is a song by Robert Burns. It was written in 1791 and is read here by John Sessions.

Themes for this song

nationalism war hypocrisy

Selected for 01 May

Beltane bonfires mark the beginning of the Celtic summer. Workers of the world unite in praise of the rights of Labour. And in 1707, the Act of Union came into force, doing away with the Scottish Parliament for the next nearly three hundred years. Burns deplored what he saw as an unpopular constitutional merger brought about by bribery, bad faith and corrupt ambition. Believing himself to speak for the nation, he addressed the nation. Here is his 'protest song'.

Donny O'Rourke

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