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Flower of Scotland [Top] The national anthem of Scotland and a great source of pride for many a Scot. Written in the 1960's by Roy Williamson of The Corries it has become traditional to sing it before any international game involving a Scottish team. The song was adopted by the Lions touring team to South Africa in 1974 and later by the Murrayfield crowd. On Wales' last visit to Murrayfield in 1997, Welsh and Scottish fans broke into a spontaneous rendition of the song during the second half, prompting Bill Maclaren to say he'd never known anything like it. 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. Molly Malone [Top] Classic Irish rugby song. No word on the truth of the story, but Molly's barrow now stands at the end of Grafton Street on the corner of St Stephens Green. In Dublin's fair city, Where the girls are so pretty, I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone, As she pushed her wheelbarrow Through the streets broad and narrow, Crying Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh! Alive, alive oh! alive, alive oh! Crying, Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh! Now she was a fishmonger, And sure twas no wonder, For so were her mother and father before, And they each wheeled their barrow, Through streets broad and narrow, Crying, Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh! Alive, alive oh! alive, alive oh! Crying, Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh! She died of a fever, And no one could save her, And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone. Now her ghost wheels her barrow, Through streets broad and narrow, Crying, Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh! Alive, alive oh! alive, alive oh! Crying, Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh! Wild Rover [Top] I've been a wild rover for many a year, I've spent all my money on whiskey and beer, But now I'm returning with gold in great store, And never will play the wild rover no more. And it's no, nay, never No, nay, never, no more, Will I play the rover No never, no more. I went to an ale house I used to frequent, And told the landlady my money was spent. I asked her for credit, she answered me nay. Such custom like yours I could have any day. And it's no, nay, never No, nay, never, no more, Will I play the rover No never, no more. I took from my pocket ten sovereigns bright, And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight, She said, "I have whiskeys and wines of the best, And the words that were spoken were surely in jest." And it's no, nay, never No, nay, never, no more, Will I play the rover No never, no more. I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done, And ask them to pardon their prodigal son. And if they caress me as oft times before, I never will play the wild rover no more! And it's no, nay, never No, nay, never, no more, Will I play the rover No never, no more.