1. 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 2. The hills are bare now And autumn leaves lie thick and still O'er land that is lost now Which those so dearly held And stood against him Proud Edward's army And sent him homeward Tae think again 3. Those days are passed now And in the past they must remain But we can still rise now And be the nation again And stood against him Proud Edward's army And sent him homeward Tae think again The Flower of Scotland National Anthem
Scotland (Gaelic:Alba) is a country that is Part of the United Kingdom. It shares a border with England. In addition to the mainland, Scotland consists of over 790 islands. It has a population of just over 5million. Edinburgh, the country's capital and second largest city. Glasgow, Scotland's largest city.
Scotland’s Cup of Friendship For centuries the Quaich was a common domestic utensil, which originated in the West Highlands of Scotland. It was the everyday dish, from which the Scot and drank his ale or whiskey.
Burns Suppers are held on January, 25 th (birthday) every year. Many of his poems and songs are recited and most importantly, the haggis is piped in and ‘Address to a Haggis’ is performed before a knife is plunged into the haggis, which is then served with neeps and tatties.
1. Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face, Great chieftain o' the puddin-race! Aboon them a' ye tak your place, Painch, tripe, or thairm: Weel are ye wordy of a grace As lang's my arm. 2. The groaning trencher there ye fill, Your hudies like a distant hill, Your pin wad help to mend a mill In time o' need, While thro' your pores the dews distil Like amber bead. 8. Ye pow'rs, wha mak mankind your care, And dish them out their bill o' fare, Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware, That jaups in luggies; But if ye wish her gratfu' prayer, Gie her a Haggis! 3. His knife see rustic Labour dight, An' cut ye up wi' ready slight, Trenching your gushing entrails bright, Like onie ditch; And then, O what a glorious sight, Warm-reeking, rich! Address To A Haggis