Stopped By Beauties Silent Sting

Just as a rose smells so sweet..
A scottish thistle can sting the feet..
For a fragrant rose warms the heart..
And a Scottish thistle tears feet apart..

A weapon forged from deep in the earth..
Small and fragile and of little worth..
A purple top so beautiful to see..
Beware it stalk with thorns so green..

Asleep they were in dead of night..
And in the woods the norseman did hide..
No watchman awake to keep them safe..
They had no idea of their possible fate..

So smart the norseman tried to be..
They hid their shoes beneath the trees..
While quietly creeping they made it not far..
For their painful cries did sound the alarm..

Now awake the Scotsman can fight..
They almost turned into a bloody sight..
Another victory under their kilts..
I'm sure they prayed the thistles never wilt..

Just as the people are to the land..
Scotland will fight with different hands..
Hands of animals, woodlands, and seas..
She grows thistles with thorns...
That brought norseman to their knees...

Just like the thistle so strong and true...
Scotlands people look out for her too..
They'll fight to the death every day...
They'd never giver her precious beauty away...