About 30 years ago, I was living in Scotland, and went to a folk club.

There was a guy there who was wearing a kilt and played bagpipes (no I don't think it was Lester Simpson :-) ). Anyway this guy got up and played Flower of Scotland.

All the audience (scots of course) all stood up and sang this with such venom (well that was the way it seemed to me) and gusto and passion. I felt very uncomfortable, but couldn't help feeling the emotion of that song. It came over as hatred to England, and still conjures that up to me now.

However, I must add that I had a very happy time up there and the Scots were great people to be with.