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 Johnny’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,
That stood against him,
Proud Johnny’s Army,
And sent him homeward,
Tae think again.
Those days are past now,
And in the past
They must remain,
But we can still rise now,
To be the nation again,
That stood against him,
Proud Johnny’s Army,
And sent him homeward,
Tae think again.
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 Johnny’s Army,
And sent him homeward,
Tae think again.
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