O Flouer o Scotland,
Whan will we see
Yer like again,
That focht an deed for,
Yer wee bit Hill an Glen,
An stuid agin him,
Proud Edward's Airmie,
An sent him hamewart,
Tae think again.
The Hills ar' bare nou,
An Autumn leafs
Lies thick an lown,
Ower land that is tint nou,
That thae sae dearlie held,
That stuid agin him,
Proud Edward's Airmie,
An sent him hamewart,
Tae think again.
Thon days is past nou,
An in the past
They're ayebidin,
But we can aye rise nou,
An be the naition again,
That stuid agin him,
Proud Edward's Airmie,
An sent him hamewart,
Tae think again.