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O flower of Scotland |
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When will we see |
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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 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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The hills are bare now |
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And autumn leaves 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 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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O flower of Scotland |
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When will we see |
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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 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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Tae think again |
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O flower of Scotland |
