I used to sing today’s Irish Pub Song Of The Day, Flower Of Scotland with some Scottish friends when I lived in Michigan. We never planned it, but after a few drinks one of us would start off with it and we would all sing it at the top of our lungs. Every time I sing it, I can’t help but think of those good days.
FLOWER OF SCOTLAND
Oh Flower of [G]Scotland, when will we [D7]see your likes [G]again
That [C]fought and [G]died for your [D7]wee bit hill and [G]glen
And [D7]stood [G]against them, Proud [C]Edward’s [G]army
And [C]sent them [G]homeward to [F]think [G]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.
Oh 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