O Flower of Scotland
when will we see the kind of hero
Who fought to the death for
his little blade of grass and heather

Chorus:
Who stood against Edward’s vain army
And chased them home for a change of mind

The hills are bare
and Autumn’s leaves like a blanket on the earth
The lost land
which those warriors gave their love

The tale is ended
but forgotten she must never be
And we can rise up
and be a Nation again