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 (England!)
Proud Edward'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 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 the Nation again
That stood against him (England!)
Proud Edward'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 Edward's Army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again.