Welcome back to all our Scottish fame
welcome to our ancient glory!
Hail to freedom on a tercentenary flame
not found in a Burns's story!
Now old ghosts run over the Solway sands
while the Tweed still to the ocean.
To stamp where England's periphery lands
such a parcel of rogues to our nation!
Dear Rab the guile stayed long after you
like a disease it has stayed for ages!
Still practiced today by a cowardly few
for the sake of Thatcherite wages!
The English arrogance we always disdain
secure in our nationalistic station!
Now English gold is no longer our bane
from a parcel of rogues in a nation!
A traitor once will be a traitor again
as tories are what Scotland is not!
Telling lies now as they did so then
for one vote from a Hamish Watt!
Promises have now gone with our ships,
sunk like Thatcher's ignorant sermon!
All gone with the lies from her iron lips
with a parcel of rogues to her nation!
Blue rosettes flagged the Caledonian capers
adorned by Maggie's vote hunting tories!
Who left red faced to be away from hers
ashamed of the "We in Scotland" stories!
Later arrogant hopes rested upon our Stone
returning it for their own reincarnation!
But Destiny will carry it back to Scone
away from a parcel of rogues in a nation!
In the birthplace of a certain Mister Blair
long after the gallant Robert McIntyre.
Sillars at last won our Govan town fair
amid the chorus of a Scottish bred choir!
Labour's about turn was in evidence now
in appealing for a new Scottish motion.
All but giving us a nationalistic vow
such a parcel of rogues in a nation!
As history's cry haunts our God-fearing land
a man's vision of freedom we can regain!
With all Scots people working hand in hand
Braveheart's feat will not be in vain!
Together with our monarch Robert The Bruce
and an autonomous Scottish declaration.
They would not accept to surrender or truce
with such a parcel of rogues in a nation!
No apologies can come from any Scot's bard
whether here or in that other story!
We both have marked the auld enemy's card
for the sake of Scotland's glory!
Burns's genius words through time traverse
to take us further than devolution!
It's not only for Scottish eyes this English verse
yet least for a parcel of rogues in a nation!
Our God rests easy in his heavenly bed
with two trustees manning his pearly gate!
As they sit they sew with a holy golden thread
creating the seeds of new Scotland's fate!
Watching eagle eyed from that heaven above
sit Wallace and Burns under God's direction.
Sendin' doon a warnin' tae be aye carefu' of
sic' a parcel o' rogues in yon nation!