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A Tribute from Robert Burns
We've been searching high and low for something of Scottish origin to put
here as a tribute to ourselves.
You'll not be surprised to know that this page is prepared in England by
the 'Essex Group' of web page designers, but unfortunately we know
absolutely nothing about Scotland or the Scotch, except that it's a nice
drink.
Imagine our delight when one of the girls brought this into the office and
gave it to us. Apparently she'd got off with this nice Scotch businessman
and he'd given it to her to give to us as a thank you. If anyone could
translate it into English, we'd be grateful. Anyway, we've been assured that
it's highly complimentary! Read on Macduff!
Fareweel to a' our Scottish Fame.
Fareweel to a' our Scottish fame,
Farewell our ancient glory!
Fareweel even to our Scottish name,
Sae famed in martial story!
Now Sark rins o'er the Solway sands,
And Tweed rins to the ocean,
To mark where England's province stands;
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!
What guile or force 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 English gold has been our bane
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!
O would, ere 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 make this declaration,
We're bought and sold for English Gold:
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!
