O flower of Scotland
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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, 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, 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, Tae think again
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Flower Of Scotland
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| Real Mckenzies |
