O flower of ScotlandnWhen will we seenYour like againnThat fought and died fornYour wee bit hill and glennAnd stood against himnProud Edward's armynAnd sent him homewardnTae think againnnThe hills are bare nownAnd autumn leaves lie thick and stillnO'er land that is lost nownWhich those so dearly heldnAnd stood against himnProud Edward's armynAnd sent him homewardnTae think againnnThose days are passed nownAnd in the past they must remainnBut we can still rise nownAnd be the nation againnAnd stood against himnProud Edward's armynAnd sent him homewardnTae think againn