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   Flùir na h-Alba ann an Gàidhlig:   
      
   O Fhlùir na h-Alba,   
   cuin a chì sinn   
   an seòrsa laoich   
   a sheas gu bàs 'son   
   am bileag feòir is fraoich,   
   a sheas an aghaidh   
   feachd uailleil Iomhair   
   's a ruaig e dhachaidh   
   air chaochladh smaoin?   
      
   Na cnuic tha lomnochd   
   's tha duilleach Foghair   
   mar bhrat air làr,   
   am fearann caillte   
   dan tug na seòid ud gràdh,   
   a sheas an aghaidh   
   feachd uailleil Iomhair   
   's a ruaig e dhachaigh   
   air chaochladh smaoin.   
      
   Tha 'n eachdraidh dùinte   
   ach air dìochuimhne   
   chan fheum i bhith,   
   is faodaidh sinn èirigh   
   gu bhith nar Rìoghachd a-rìs   
   a sheas an aghaidh   
   feachd uailleil Iomhair   
   's a ruaig e dhachaidh   
   air chaochladh smaoin.   
      
   O Fhlùir na h-Alba,   
   cuin a chì sinn   
   an seòrsa laoich   
   a sheas gu bàs 'son   
   am bileag feòir is fraoich,   
   a sheas an aghaidh   
   feachd uailleil Iomhair   
   's a ruaig e dhachaidh   
   air chaochladh smaoin?   
      
      
   Flowers of Scotland in English (Beurla):   
      
   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,   
   O'er land that is lost now,   
   Which those so dearly held,   
   That stood against him,   
   Proud Edward's Army,   
   And sent him homeward,   
   Tae 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,   
   Tae 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,   
   Tae think again.   
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