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O flower of |
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Scotland When will we see, your like 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 him homeward, |
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Tae think again |
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The hills are bare now |
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And Autumn leaves, lie thick and still |
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For land that is lost now |
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But oh so dearly held |
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We stood against him |
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Proud Edward's army |
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And sent him homeward, |
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Tae think again |
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Those days are passed now |
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And in the past they must remain |
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But we can still rise now |
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And be that nation again |
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That stood against him |
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Proud Edward's army |
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And sent him homeward, |
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Tae think again |
