Folk Song

X:1 T:Parcel of Rogues Scotland C:Robbie Burns M:4/4 L:1/8


N:"Such a Parcel of Rogues in a Nation" was Robbie Burns’ poem condemning N:the Act of Union of 1707: K:Bm FA|BcAF B2 c2|dBAF D2 EF|GFED E2 FA|B3 A F2:|] de|fgfe d2 cB|AFED A2 Bc|d2 cd e2 de|f3 d B2 de| faef d2 cB|AFED d2 cB|AFED E2 FA|B3 A F2|] % W:Farewel to a' our Scottish fame, W:Farewel our ancient glory; W:Farewel ev'n to the Scottish name, W:Sae fam'd in martial story. W:Now Sark rins tae the Solway sands, W:An' Tweed rins tae' th' ocean, W:To mark whaur England's province stands W:Sic a parcel of rogues in a nation! W:. W:What force or guile could not subdue, W:Thro' many warlike ages, W:Is wrought now by a coward few, W:For hireling traitor's wages. W:The English steel we could disdain, W:Secure in valour's station; W:But English gold has been our bane W:Sic a parcel of rogues in a nation! W:. W:O would, or I had seen the day W:That Treason thus could sell us, W:My auld grey head had lien in clay, W:Wi' Bruce and loyal Wallace! W:But pith and power, till my last hour, W:I'll mak this declaration; W:We're bought and sold for English gold W:Sic a parcel of rogues in a nation! % % % % %