The Flower of Scotland O flower of Scotland
when we will see, your like again
that fought and died for
your wee bit hill and glen
and stood against him, Proud Edwards army
and sent him homeward, tae think again.
The hills are 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 Edwards army
and sent him homeward, tae think again.
Those days are passed now
and in the past they remain
but we can still rise now
and be the nation again,
that stood against him, Proud Edwards army
and sent him home, tae think again. |
