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

To 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

Those days are passed now

And in past they must remain

But we can still rise now

And be a nation again


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