The Corries - Flower of scotland

Oh flo^Dwer of Scotland, When will we s^A7ee your like ag^Dain That fo^Gught and d^Died for, Your ^A7wee bit, hill and g^Dlen And stood ag^Dainst him, Proud ^GEdward's ar^Dmy And se^Gnt him ^Dhomeward, To ^Cthink a^Dgain

The hi^Dlls are bare now, And autumn l^A7eaves lie thick and st^Dill O'er l^Gand is l^Dost now, Which t^A7hose so, dearly ^Dheld And stood ag^Dainst him, P^Groud Edward's a^Drmy And se^Gnt him ^Dhomeward, ^CTo to thin^Dk again

Those d^Days are passed now, And in the ^A7past they must r^Demain But ^Gwe can still ^Drise now, And ^A7be the nation aga^Din That stood a^Dgainst him, Proud ^GEdward's ar^Dmy And ^Gsent him ^Dhomeward, To ^Cthink a^Dgain

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Oh fl^Dower of Scotland, When will we ^A7see your like a^Dgain That fo^Gught and d^Died for, Your ^A7wee bit, hill and g^Dlen And stood ag^Dainst him, Proud ^GEdward's ar^Dmy And se^Gnt him ^Dhomeward, To ^Cthink a^Dgain And se^Gnt him ^Dhomeward, To ^Cthink a^Dgain