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 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.