Song | Rogues in a Nation |
Artist | Steeleye Span |
Album | Spanning the Years |
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作词 : Traditional | |
Farewell to all our Scottish fame | |
Farewell our ancient glory | |
Farewell even to our Scottish name | |
Sae fam'd in martial story | |
Now Sark runs over 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 gile 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 valour's station | |
But English gold has been our bane: | |
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation! | |
I would, or I had seen the day | |
That treason thus could sell us | |
My auld 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 were bought and sold for English gold: | |
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation! |
zuo ci : Traditional | |
Farewell to all our Scottish fame | |
Farewell our ancient glory | |
Farewell even to our Scottish name | |
Sae fam' d in martial story | |
Now Sark runs over 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 gile 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 valour' s station | |
But English gold has been our bane: | |
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation! | |
I would, or I had seen the day | |
That treason thus could sell us | |
My auld 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 were bought and sold for English gold: | |
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation! |
zuò cí : Traditional | |
Farewell to all our Scottish fame | |
Farewell our ancient glory | |
Farewell even to our Scottish name | |
Sae fam' d in martial story | |
Now Sark runs over 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 gile 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 valour' s station | |
But English gold has been our bane: | |
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation! | |
I would, or I had seen the day | |
That treason thus could sell us | |
My auld 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 were bought and sold for English gold: | |
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation! |