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 them Proud Edward's army And sent him homeward, Tae think again
Those hills are bare And Autumn leaves, lie thick and still Our land that is lost now But oh 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 That stood against him Proud William's army And sent him homeward, Tae think again