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Het volkslied van Schotland

 

 

The Flower of Scotland (De Bloem van Schotland) is een van de niet-officiële volksliederen van Schotland. Het werd in de jaren zestig geschreven door Roy Williamson van de folkband The Corries. Hij schreef de tekst in het Engels, later werd er ook een Schotse vertaling van de tekst gemaakt.

 

 

Flower of Scotland	Fhlùir na h-Alba,
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, To think again.	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?
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.	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.
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.	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 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.	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?