such a parcel ues in a nation
fareweel to a' our scottish fame,
fareweel our a glory;
fareweel ev'n to the scottish name,
sae fam'd in martial story.
now sark rins over solway sands,
an' tweed rins to the o,
to mark where engnd's proviands—
such a parcel ues in a nation!
what force uile could not subdue,
thro' many warlike ages,
is wrought now by a coward few,
for hireling traitor's wages.
the english stell we could disdain,
secure in valour's station;
but english gold has been our bane—
such a parcel ues in a nation!
o would, or i had seen the day
that treason thus could sell us,
my auld grey head had lien in cy,
wi' brud loyal walce!
but pith and power, till my st hour,
i'll mak this decration;
we're bought and sold flish gold—
such a parcel ues in a nation!