Flower of Scotland - Barbara Dickson

O Flower of Scotland,

When will we see

Your likes again,

That fought and died for,

Your wee bit Hill and Glen,

And stood against them,

Proud Edward’s Army,

And sent them 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,

That stood against them,

Proud Edward’s Army,

And sent them homeward,

Tae think again.

Those days are past now,

And in the past

they must remain,

But we can still rise now,

And be a nation again,

That stood against them,

Proud Edward’s Army,

And sent them homeward,

Tae think again.

0 Flower of Scotland,

When will we see

your likes again,

That fought and died for,

Your wee bit Hill and Glen,

And stood against them,

Proud Edward’s Army,

And sent them homeward,

Tae think again.