O Flower of Scotland,
When will we see
Your likes again,
That fought
There was a soldier a Scottish soldier
who wandered far away
Dear Sir I Write This Note To You To Tell
A man came ridin' oot the west one wild and
Speed bonnie boat like a bird on the wing
Onward the
Ye Jacobites by name, lend an ear, lend an ear
Ye
Is there for honest Poverty
That hings his head, an'
Away ye grey landscapes, ye gardens o' roses
In you let
As I gang doon the Etrick Highway at the hour
Whaur hae ye been sae braw, lad?
Whaur hae ye
Farewell ye dungeons dark and strong,
Farewell, farewell tae thee,
MacPhersons t
Wi our nets and gear we're faring
On the wild and
Oh cruel is the snow that sweeps Glencoe
And covers the
The morn was fair, the skies were clear
No breath came
O, cam ye here the fight to shun,
Or herd the
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