In the hills where the thistle’s sway,
The spirit of Scotland forever will play,
With the Saltire flying high and proud,
Beneath its embrace, we gather a crowd.
Tartan patterns weave tales of old,
Of battles fought and warriors bold,
With William Wallace, a name that inspires,
Kindling the heart of freedom’s fires.
The winds whisper stories of blood and pride,
Of those who stood tall and never would hide,
In the shadows of heather, with courage they bled,
For a land of their own, where dreams could be fed.
In valleys and glens, the echoes still call,
To rise up for justice, for one and for all,
With hearts intertwined, let our voice proclaim,
For Scotland, our home, we will honor her name.
So let the Saltire wave in the sky,
And the spirit of freedom forever soar high,
As we tread on this land, with courage anew,
To honor our past and embrace the true blue.
