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 him, Proud Edward's army, And sent him 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, 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, And stood against him, Proud Edward's army, And sent him homeward, Tae think again ...