| O Flower of Scotland,
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| When will we see
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| Your likes again,
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| That fought and died for,
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| Your wee bit Hill and Glen,
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| And stood against them,
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| Proud Edward’s Army,
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| And sent them homeward,
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| Tae think again.
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| The Hills are bare now,
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| And Autumn leaves
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| lie thick and still,
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| O’er land that is lost now,
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| Which those so dearly held,
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| That stood against them,
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| Proud Edward’s Army,
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| And sent them homeward,
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| Tae think again.
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| Those days are past now,
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| And in the past
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| they must remain,
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| But we can still rise now,
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| And be a nation again,
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| That stood against them,
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| Proud Edward’s Army,
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| And sent them homeward,
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| Tae think again.
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| 0 Flower of Scotland,
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| When will we see
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| your likes again,
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| That fought and died for,
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| Your wee bit Hill and Glen,
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| And stood against them,
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| Proud Edward’s Army,
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| And sent them homeward,
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| Tae think again. |