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 clay,
wi' bruce and loyal wallace!
but pith and power, till my last hour,
i'll mak this declaration;
we're bought and sold for english gold—
such a parcel of rogues in a nation!