The Corries were a Scottish folk group which emerged from the Scottish folk revival of the early 1960s. Although the group went through several changes of line-up in the early days, it was as the partnership of Roy Williamson (1936 - 1990) and Ronnie Browne that it is best known. The early 1970s were the Corries' finest hour.
In 1962, Roy Williamson teamed up with Bill Smith and Ron Cockburn to form the "Corrie Folk Trio". Their first performance was in the Waverley Bar in St Mary's Street, Edinburgh.
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Flower of Scotland ================ Words and music by "Roy Williamson" Sang by "The Corries" Composed at 69 Northumberland Street, Edinburgh, Scotland.
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O Flower of [F#maj]Scotland, When will we [C#maj]see Your like [F#maj]again, That fought and died [F#maj]for, Your [C#maj]wee bit Hill and [F#maj]Glen, And stood a[F#maj]gainst him,[B] Proud Edward's [F#maj]Army,[B] And sent him [F#maj]homeward, [E]Tae think a[F#maj]gain.
The Hills are [F#maj]bare now, And Autumn [C#maj]leaves lie thick and [F#maj]still, O'er land that is lost [F#maj]now, Which [C#maj]those so dearly [F#maj]held, That stood a[F#maj]gainst him,[B] Proud Edward's [F#maj]Army,[B] And sent him [F#maj]homeward, [E]Tae think a[F#maj]gain.
Those days are [F#maj]past now, And in the [C#maj]past they must [F#maj]remain, But we can still [F#maj]rise now, And [C#maj]be the nation [F#maj]again, That stood a[F#maj]gainst him,[B] Proud Edward's [F#maj]Army,[B] And sent him [F#maj]homeward, [E]Tae think a[F#maj]gain.
O Flower of [F#maj]Scotland, When will we [C#maj]see Your like [F#maj]again, That fought and died [F#maj]for, Your [C#maj]wee bit Hill and [F#maj]Glen, And stood a[F#maj]gainst him,[B] Proud Edward's [F#maj]Army,[B] And sent him [F#maj]homeward, [E]Tae think a[F#maj]gain.
FLOWER OF SCOTLAND Gaelic translation by John Angus Macleod
O Fhluir na h-Albann, cuin a chi sinn an seorsa laoich a sheas gu bas 'son am bileag feoir 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 lar, am fearann caillte dan tug na seoid ud gradh, a sheas an aghaidh feachd uailleil Iomhair 's a ruaig e dhachaigh air chaochladh smaoin.
Tha 'n eachdraidh duinte ach air diochuimhne chan fheum i bhith, is faodaidh sinn eirigh gu bhith nar Rioghachd a-ris a sheas an aghaidh feachd uailleil Iomhair 's a ruaig e dhachaidh air chaochladh smaoin.