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 



The 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 

But we can still rise now 

And be that nation again 

That stood against him 

Proud Edward's army 

And sent him homeward, Tae think again