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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
Tae think again.
The hills are bare now,
And autumn leaves lie thick and still,
Your land that is lost now,
Was ne'er so dearly held
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