The Flower Of Scotland
O flower of Scotland When will we see
Your like again That fought and died for
Your wee bit hill and glen And stood against
him Proud Edward's army And sent him
homeward Tae think again.
The hills are bare now And autumn leaves lie
Thick and still O'er land that is lost now
Which those so dearly held And stood against
him Proud Edward's army And sent him
homeward Tae think again.
Those days are passed now And in the past
They must remain But we can still rise now
And be the nation again That stood against
him Proud Edward's army And sent him
homeward Tae think again.