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Flower of Scotland:

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The Flower of Scotland

(The Flower of Scotland is the title given in the Corries songbook, 
not "Flower of Scotland"). 

This song was adopted as the official
football anthem by the SFA in 1997. It was already the official
rugby anthem. 

Flower of Scotland was composed at 69 Northumberland Street, Edinburgh.

Words and music: Roy Williamson. (c) The Corries (Music) Ltd.
Website: http://www.corries.com/ 

The Flower of Scotland
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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 

(Gaelic translation)
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Here is an authorised Gaelic translation

FLOWER OF SCOTLAND
(translation by John Angus Macleod)

O Fhlu\ir na h-Albann,
cuin a chi\ sinn
an seo\rsa laoich
a sheas gu ba\s 'son
am bileag feo\ir 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 la\r,
am fearann caillte
dan tug na seo\id ud gra\dh,
a sheas an aghaidh
feachd uailleil Iomhair
's a ruaig e dhachaigh
air chaochladh smaoin.

Tha 'n eachdraidh du\inte
ach air di\ochuimhne
chan fheum i bhith,
is faodaidh sinn e\irigh
gu bhith nar Ri\oghachd a-ri\s
a sheas an aghaidh
feachd uailleil Iomhair
's a ruaig e dhachaidh
air chaochladh smaoin.


Loch Lomand:

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The Jacobite Rebellion came to an end with the Jacobites disastrous loss at the Battle of Culloden, April 16, 1746. After the battle, many of the captured Scottish soldiers were taken by the English to Carlisle, where they were imprisoned at Carlisle Castle. The English treated the Scotsmen rather capriciously, selecting some -- apparently at random -- to be hanged. Others, also seemingly chosen at random, were simply released, and told to walk home, over the roads, to Scotland.

One of the captured Scottish soldiers was Donald MacDonald. He felt sure that he would be one of those hanged by the English, and he wrote this song. One can suppose it was meant as a memorial, a message of hope for his fellow Scotsmen, and a last love letter to his beloved Moira, who lived back in the Scottish highlands, near Loch Lomond.

The song is written to be sung not by Donald, but by Moira. It tells of the journey of Donald's spirit after his death. He returns to Scotland not by the high road -- the ordinary road over which his countrymen are walking home -- but by the low road of death, a much faster and surer route. Donald's spirit visits Moira and makes love to her one last time. But she can tell that he is gone, and that she will not see him again, in this life.

This is not the version most people sing, it starts off  "By Yon Bonnie Banks and By Yon Bonnie Braes".....

It appears that this version of Loch Lomond was written by Donald McDonnell of Clan Keppoch.

The popular Loch Lomond tune is also shared by the Irish song "Yellow is the rose".

Loch Lomond
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O whither away my bonnie May
Sae late and sae dark in the gloamin?
The mist gathers gray oer moorland and brae.
O whither sae far are ye roamin?

O, yell tak the high road and Ill tak the low.
Ill be in Scotland afore ye.
For me and my true love will never meet again
By the bonnie, bonnie banks o Loch Lomond.

I trusted my ain love last night in the broom,
My Donald wha loves me sae dearly.
For the morrow he will march for Edinburgh toon,
Tae fecht for his king and Prince Charlie.

O, weel may I weep for yestreen in my sleep.
We lay bride and bridegroom together.
But his touch and his breath were cold as the death,
And his hairtsblood ran red in the heather.

(chorus)

As dauntless in battle as tender in love,
Hed yield neer a foot tae the foeman.
But never again frae the fields o the slain
Tae his Moira will he come by Loch Lomond.

The thistle may bloom, the king hae his ain,
And fond lovers will meet in the gloamin.
And me and my true love will yet meet again
Far above the bonnie banks o Loch Lomond.

(chorus)


Valhalla:

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This is supposedly an ancient Vikings battle song, sung before they go into battle. Know that I see my father.
Know that I see my mother, 
my sisters, and my brothers.

Know that I see the line of my people, back to the beginning.
Know they do call me, 
they bid me take my place amongst them,
In the halls of Valhalla, 
where the brave may live forever.

Nothing Else Matters:

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Metallica.

One of my favorite songs.

Nothing Else Matters.

So close no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters.

Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don't just say
And nothing else matters.

Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us something new
Open mind for a different view
And nothing else matters.

Never cared for what they do
Never cared for what they know
But I know.

So close no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters.

Never cared for what they do
Never cared for what they know
But I know.

Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don't just say.

Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us something new
Open mind for a different view
And nothing else matters.

Never cared for what they say
Never cared for games they play
Never cared for what they do
Never cared for what they know
And I know.

So close no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
No nothing else matters.

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