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 them

Proud Edward's army

And sent him homeward, Tae think again

Those hills are bare

And Autumn leaves, lie thick and still

Our land that is lost now

But oh 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 William's army

And sent him homeward, Tae think again