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.

 The hills are bare now

And autumn's leaves lie thick and still,

Oe'r land that is lost now,

Which those so dearly held,

That stood against him...

 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...