Chords for The Corries, Flower of Scotland (original version)

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_ _ Oh, flower of Scotland, _ will we see your likes again?
That Barton died far, yet we betel and glen, and stood against him.
Bowed Edwards on me, and sent him home.
What a thing _ _ _ _ _ _ to do!
The hills are bare now, _ autumn leaves lie,
vacant still, for land that's been lost now.
Which those so dearly held, that stood against him.
Bowed Edwards on me, and sent him home.
What a thing to do! _ _ _
_ _ _ Oh, flower of Scotland, will we see your likes again?
That Barton died far, yet we betel and glen, and stood against him.
Bowed Edwards on me, and sent him home.
What a [E] thing to do! _ _
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