| Farewell tae a' oor Scottish fame
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| Farewell oor ancient glory
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| Farewell even tae oor Scottish name
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| Sae famed in martial story
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| Noo Sark runs o’er the Solway Sands
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| And Tweed runs tae the ocean
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| Tae mark where England’s province stands
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| Such a parcel of rogues in a nation
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| What force or guile could ne’er subdue
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| Through many warlike ages
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| Is wrought now by a coward few
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| For hireling traitors wages
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| The English steel we could disdain
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| Secure in valour’s station
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| But English gold has been our bane
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| Such a parcel of rogues in a nation
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| Oh would or I had seen the day
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| That treason thus could fell us My auld grey heid had lain in clay
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| Wi' Bruce and loyal Wallace
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| But pith and power, till my last hour
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| I’ll mak' this declaration
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| We are bought and sold for English gold
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| Such a parcel of rogues in a nation |