||World - Celtic
SUCH A PARCEL OF ROGUES IN A NATION
Fareweel to a' our Scottish fame,
Fareweel our ancient glory,
Fareweel even to the Scottish name,
sae famed in martial story.
Now Sark runs o'er the Solway sands,
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 traitor's wages.
The English steel we could disdain,
Secure in valor's station,
But English gold has been our bane;
Such a parcel of rouges in a nation.
O, Would or I had seen the day
That treason thus could sell us,
My old gray head had lain in clay
Wi' Bruce and loyal Wallace!
But pith and power, till my last hour,
I'll make this declaration,
We're bought and sold for English gold;
Such a parcel of rouges in a nation
Sark-a river in Scotland
Solway-the Solway is an inlet from the sea that forms part of the boarder between Scotland and England
Tweed: a river that flows through the borders region between
Scotland and England
Music: Joe Podlesney
Lead Vocal: Delta
Guitars: Joe Podlesney
Whistle: Tom Byrns
Violin: Chris Devine
Highland Pipes: Eric Goodchild
Keyboard: Joe Podlesney
Bass: Joe Podlesney