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Oh 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 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,
To think again.
Words and Music: Roy
Williamson.
© Corries Music Ltd.
Reproduced by kind permission of The Corries. |
