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, To think again
Those hills are bare now
And Autumn leaves, lie thick and still
For land that is lost now
But oh so dearly held
We stood against him
Proud Edward'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
And be that nation again
That stood against him
Proud Edward's army