Such a Parcel of Rogues in a Nation
Robert Burns| Versione scozzese di Dick Gaughan | |
Farewell to all our Scottish fame, Farewell our ancient glory! Farewell even to the Scottish name. So famed in martial story! Now Sark runs over Salway 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 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 old grey head had lain in clay (be buried) With Bruce and loyal Wallace! But pith and power, till my last hour I will make this declaration: “We are bought and sold for English gold Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!” | SIC A PARCEL O ROGUES IN A NATION! Fareweil tae aa our Scottish fame Fareweil our ancient glory Fareweil e'en tae our Scottish name Sae famed in martial story Nou Sark rins ower the Solway sands An Tweed rins tae the ocean Tae mark whaur England's province stauns Sic a parcel o rogues in a nation! What force or guile could not subdue Thro many warlike ages Is wrocht nou 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 Sic a parcel o rogues in a nation! O wad, ere I had seen the day That Treason thus could sell us My auld gray heid had lain in clay Wi Bruce an loyal Wallace But pith an pouer, till my last hour I'll mak this declaration - We're bocht an sold for English gold Sic a parcel o rogues in a nation! |
