Flower of Scotland
O Flower of Scotland,
When will we see
Your like again,
That fought and died for,
Your wee bit Hill and Glen,
And stood against him,
Proud Edward's Army,
And sent him homeward,
To think again.
The Hills are bare now,
And Autumn leaves
lie thick and still,
O'er land that is lost now,
Which those so dearly held,
That stood against him,
Proud Edward's Army,
And sent him homeward,
To think again.
Those days are past now,
And in the past
they must remain,
But we can still rise now,
And be the nation again,
That stood against him,
Proud Edward's Army,
And sent him homeward,
To think again.
O Flower of Scotland,
When will we see
your like again,
That fought and died for,
Your wee bit Hill and Glen,
And stood against him,
Proud Edward's Army,
And sent him homeward,
To think again.
Flor da Escócia
Ó Flor da Escócia,
Quando vamos ver
Teu tipo de novo,
Que lutou e morreu por,
Teu pequeno Morro e Vale,
E enfrentou ele,
O Orgulhoso Exército de Eduardo,
E o mandou de volta,
Pra pensar de novo.
As Colinas estão nuas agora,
E as folhas de Outono
estão grossas e paradas,
Sobre a terra que se perdeu agora,
Que tantos amavam tanto,
Que enfrentou ele,
O Orgulhoso Exército de Eduardo,
E o mandou de volta,
Pra pensar de novo.
Aqueles dias já se foram,
E no passado
eles devem ficar,
Mas ainda podemos nos erguer agora,
E ser a nação de novo,
Que enfrentou ele,
O Orgulhoso Exército de Eduardo,
E o mandou de volta,
Pra pensar de novo.
Ó Flor da Escócia,
Quando vamos ver
Teu tipo de novo,
Que lutou e morreu por,
Teu pequeno Morro e Vale,
E enfrentou ele,
O Orgulhoso Exército de Eduardo,
E o mandou de volta,
Pra pensar de novo.