Oh, Flower of Scotland, when will we see your likes again
That fought and died for our wee, bit hills and glens
And stood against him, proud Edward's army
And sent him homeward, to think again
The hills are bare now, and autumn leaves lie thick and still
For land that is lost now, which those so dearly held
That stood against him, proud Edward's army
And sent him homeward, to think again
Those days are past now, and it the past, they must remain
But we will arise now, and be the nation again
That stood against him, proud Edward's army
And sent him homeward, to think again
Oh, Flower of Scotland, when will we see your likes again
That fought and died for our wee, bit hills and glens
And stood against him, proud Edward's army
And sent him homeward, to think again