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 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 passed now,
And in the past they must remain,
And be the nation again,
That stood against him,
Proud Edward's army,
And sent him homeward, Tae 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,Â…. .
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.