| 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. |