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The flower of Scotland

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
And stood against him
Proud Edward's army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again

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

Words and music: Roy Williamson. (c) The Corries (Music) Ltd

Doh Ray Me

Doh a deer a female deer
Ray a drop of golden sun
Me a name I call myself
Fah a long, long, way to run
Soh a needle puling thread
Lah a note to follow soh
Tee a drink with jam and bread
And that brings us back to doooooooooooooooooh

Loch Lomond

By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond
Where me and my true love spent many happy days
On the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.
Chorus

O you'll take the high road and I'll take the low road
And ah'll be in Scotland afore ye.
For me and my true love will never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond

Twas there that we parted in yon shady glen
On the steep steep sides of Ben Lomond.
Where in deep purple hue the hielan' hills we view
And the moon comin out in the gloamin

Where wild flowers spring and the wee birdies sing
And in sunshine the waters are sleeping
But the broken heart, it kens nae second spring again
Though the woeful may cease from their greeting.

Tartan Army on Tour

The Maradona Hokey Kokey

You put your left hand in, your left hand out

In, out, in, out and shake it all about

You do the Maradona and you turn around

That put the English OUT OUT OUT!

If ye want to go to heaven when you die:

If ye want tae go tae heaven when ye die

Ye must wear a Scottish Scarf or a tie

Ye must wear a Scottish bonnet

Wi 'f**k the English' on it

If ye want tae go tae heaven when ye die

Scoooooooooooootland

Ooooooh Scooooootland Scoooooooootland I'd walk a million miles for one o yer goals ooooooooh Scooooooootland

The poof!

We hate Jimmy Hill...

We hate Jimmy Hill - he's a poof, he's a poof

Scotland the Brave

Hark when the night is falling
Hear! hear the pipes are calling,
Loudly and proudly calling,
Down thro' the glen.

There where the hills are sleeping,
Now feel the blood a-leaping,
High as the spirits
of the old Highland men.

Towering in gallant fame,
Scotland my mountain hame,
High may your proud
standards gloriously wave,

Land of my high endeavour,
Land of the shining river,
Land of my heart for ever,
Scotland the brave.

High in the misty Highlands,
Out by the purple islands,
Brave are the hearts that beat
Beneath Scottish skies.

Wild are the winds to meet you,
Staunch are the friends that greet you,
Kind as the love that shines
from fair maiden's eyes.

Towering in gallant fame,
Scotland my mountain hame,
High may your proud
standards gloriously wave,

Land of my high endeavour,
Land of the shining river,
Land of my heart for ever,
Scotland the brave.

Far off in sunlit places,
Sad are the Scottish faces,
Yearning to feel the Kiss
Of sweet Scottish rain.

Where tropic skies are beaming,
Love sets the heart a-dreaming,
Longing and dreaming
for the homeland again.

Towering in gallant fame,
Scotland my mountain hame,
High may your proud
standards gloriously wave,

Land of my high endeavour,
Land of the shining river,
Land of my heart for ever,
Scotland the brave.

Comin' down the road

We'll be comin' We'll be comin We'll be comin down the road

When you hear that noise of the Tartan Army boys we'll be comin down the road

A tribute to the England fans/yobs:

What's like to follow shite? What's it like to follow shite?

What's it like to, what's it like to, what's it like to follow shite?

Ha ha ha