Ooh, sorry Going. I was being dense.
Here we go, an anthem for tomorrow.
Flower of Scotland Actual Lyrics:
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,
To 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,
To 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,
To think again.
Flower of Scotland, Roland Garros Version:
O Andy Murray,
Could you not beat
Along the Seine,
At Roland Garros,
The near-bionic man,
And stand against him,
Novak Djokovic,
And send him homeward,
Next-best again?
The critics said how,
You’re second-rate,
You’d never be
The player to lift now
The big Coupe Mousquetaires,
That stood between him,
Your old foe Nole,
And Career Slam bliss,
One short again.
The match is past now,
The rain has stopped
On Chartrier,
And one goal remains now,
The title in Melbourne,
Then you and not him,
For next Career Slam,
Won’t that be a laugh,
And shut them up?
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