the english stell 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 y,

wi' bruce and loyal wace!

but pith and power, till myst hour,

i'll mak this deration;

we're bought and sold for english gold—

such a parcel of rogues in a nation!