The Flower of Scotland

Is é The Flower of Scotland (Flùir na h-Alba as Gàidhlig) amhrán náisiúnta neamhfhoirimiúl na hAlban. Scríobh Roy Williamson, as an grúpaí ceol tíre The Corries, é. Is é Scotland The Brave amhrán náisiúnta neamhfhoirimiúl eile.

Is fearr le lucht leanúna rugbaí Albanacha an amhrán seo. D'uchtaigh siad é don chéad uair ar turas Leon Afraice Theas i 1974. Canann na deireadh dara líne le níos mó fíochmharach, go háirithe roimh cluichí in aghaidh Sasana. D'uchtaigh an Conradh Peile na hAlban é mar amhrán oifigiúil i 1997, ag leanadh réamhshampla Aontais Rugbaí na hAlban. Go tipiciúil ag cluichí spóirt, cuireann na focail 'in aghaidh cé?' le lucht leanúna Albanacha tar éis an líne 'Agus sheas ina aghaidh'.

Tagraíonn téacs an amhráin don bua a fuair na hAlbanaigh, treoraithe le Robárd an Bruce, in aghaidh na Sasanaigh, treoraithe le Edward II, ag an gCogadh Bannockburn i 1314.

Bunliricí sa Bhéarla

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.

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.

Liricí sa Ghàidhlig

Flùr na h-Alba

O Fhlùir na h-Alba,

cuin a chì sinn

an seòrsa laoich

a sheas gu bàs 'son

am bileag feòir 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 làr,

am fearann caillte

dan tug na seòid ud gràdh,

a sheas an aghaidh

feachd uailleil Iomhair

's a ruaig e dhachaigh

air chaochladh smaoin.

Tha 'n eachdraidh dùinte

ach air dìochuimhne

chan fheum i bhith,

is faodaidh sinn èirigh

gu bhith nar Rìoghachd a-rìs

a sheas an aghaidh

feachd uailleil Iomhair

's a ruaig e dhachaidh

air chaochladh smaoin.

O Fhlùir na h-Alba,

cuin a chì sinn

an seòrsa laoich

a sheas gu bàs 'son

am bileag feòir is fraoich,

a sheas an aghaidh

feachd uailleil Iomhair

's a ruaig e dhachaidh

air chaochladh smaoin?

Liricí san Albainis

O Flouer o Scotland,

Whan will we see

Your like again,

That focht and dee'd for,

Your wee bit Hill an Glen,

An stuid agin him,

Prood Edward's Airmy,

An sent him hamewart,

Tae think again.

The Hills is bare nou,

An Autumn leafs

Lies thick an still,

Ower land that is lost nou,

That thae sae dearly held,

That stuid agin him,

Prood Edward's Airmy,

An sent him hamewart,

Tae think again.

Thir days is past nou,

An in the past

They maun remain,

But we can aye rise nou,

An be the nation again,

That stuid agin him,

Prood Edward's Airmy,

An sent him hamewart,

Tae think again.

O Flouer o Scotland,

Whan will we see

Your like again,

That focht an dee'd for,

Your wee bit Hill an Glen,

An stuid agin him,

Prood Edward's Airmy,

An sent him hamewart,

Tae think again.

Naisc seachtracha

• Comhad MIDI
• Leabhar Foinse Staire Nua-Aimseartha: The Flower of Scotland