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.
And sent him homeward,
Tae think again.