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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, 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 ...
4 de sept. de 2008 · 'rogues in a nation' of 'steeleye span' from the album 'parcel of rogues' from 1973
Robyn Stapleton sang Parcel o’ Rogues on her 2017 CD Songs of Robert Burns. She noted: ‘Parcel o’ Rogues’ refers to the Scottish comissioners who were rewarded with land and money when they voted for the Treaty of Union, between Scotland and England, in 1707. Lyrics Steeleye Span sing Rogues in a Nation. Farewell to all our Scottish fame
13 de may. de 2024 · 1967. Genre. Folk. Parcel O’ Rogues is a powerful Scottish folk song written by Robert Burns, one of Scotland’s most revered poets and lyricists. It was popularized by the influential Scottish folk group, The Corries. The song explores themes of Scottish heritage, national identity, and lamenting the loss of Scotland’s independence.
24 de may. de 2012 · Parcel of Rogues by Jake Cogan, released 24 May 2012 1. Afton Water 2. Ay Waukin O 3. Parcel of Rogues 4. Here's a Heath to them that's Awa 5. Killicrankie 6. Ye Jacobites 7. Green Grow the Rashes 8. Awa Whigs Awa 9. The Lea Rig 10. Now ...
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation. III. O would, or I had seen the day. That treason thus could sell us, My auld gray head had lien in clay, Wi' Bruce and loyal Wallace! But pith and power, till my last hour, I'll mak' this declaration; We've bought and sold for English gold--.
Hace 1 día · Tune. - "A parcel of rogues in a nation." I. Fareweel to a' our Scottish fame, Fareweel our ancient glory, Fareweel even to the Scottish name, Sae fam'd 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. II. What force or guile could not subdue, Thro' many warlike ages, Is wrought now ...
