Push for PORTER

Farewell to all our Scottish way
Farewell our ancient glory
Farewell even to our Scottish name
So famed in martial story
Now Sark runs over the Solway Firth
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 traitors wages
The English steel we could disdain
Secure in Valour's station
But we're bought and we're sold for English gold
Such a Parcel Of Rogues in a nation

Oh would ere I had seen the day
That treason thus could sell us
My old gray head had lain in clay
With Bruce and loyal Wallace
But pith and power, till my last hour
I'll make this declaration
That we're bought and we're sold for English gold
Such a Parcel of Rogues in a nation