FLOWER OF SCOTLAND

Oh Flower of Scotland
When will we see your like again
That fought and died for your own wee hill and glen
And stood against them - proud Edward's armies
And sent them homeward to think again.

The hills are bare now
And autumn leaves lie think and still,
And land has been lost now that those so dearly held
That stood against them - proud Edward's armies
And sent them home 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 them - proud Edward's armies
And sent them homeward to think again.