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
That stood against
him,
Proud Edward's army
And sent him
homeward
To think again.
Those days are past
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
To think again.
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.
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