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Robert Burns - Fareweel To A`Our Scottish Fame
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Fareweel to a` our Scottish fame,
Fareweel our ancient glory;
Fareweel ev`n to the Scottish name,
Sae famed in martial story!
Now Sark rins over 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 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!
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