Such a Parcel of Rogues in a Nation
Robert Burns didn’t mince his words.
In 1791, he looked back at the Union of 1707 and called it what it was: betrayal. Not by armies, but by “a coward few, for hireling traitor’s wages.” Bought and sold for English gold.
“Such a Parcel of Rogues in a Nation” isn’t just a poem. It’s a reminder that Scotland’s greatest voices never accepted the idea that sovereignty was gone for good.
Burns saw Bruce and Wallace in his mind’s eye and swore that even in his last hour, he’d still call treason by its name.
Read his words. Feel the anger. And tell me Scotland doesn’t still recognise itself in every line.
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Such a Parcel of Rogues in a Nation
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