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
And Autumn leaves, lie thick and still
Our land that is lost now
But oh so dearly held
And 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 the nation again
That stood against him
Proud William's army
And sent him homeward, Tae think again