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I have a friend whose mother is dying. The mother [born in Scotland ], has asked for her coffin to be draped in tartan and a piper to play a lament...My friend has asked me to help her find a suitable Scottish poem / verse to include in the funeral service. Can anyone help please? Thanks
Although I was born and bred in the fine city of Glasgow I have always had a love of the Highlands and Rabbie Burns so I have left instructions that "My Heart is in the Highlands" is to be read. It is difficult to choose a poem without knowing a little of the person. I do hope someone can find one suitable. My thoughts are with your friend and her mother. Kate.
Hi Kate, Could you please either post or e-mail me the words to "My heart is in the highlands"? Thank you....My friend's mother was brought up in Glasgow, and even 'though she is in her late 70's and has lived here in Oz for over 40 years she still has a broad Scotish accent. We are looking for a typically Scottish saying / phrase / poem that says goodbye / God speed??
Brenda, I'm sorry to hear about your friend's Mum, it is always a sad time for everyone concerned. I found this somewhere when I was browsing and I saved it as it reminds me for some reason about Loch Lomond which I loved so much visiting as a child so I thought I would send it to you too.

God Bless

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Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.

I am in the morning hush
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am in the star shine of the night.

I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in every lovely thing.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there,
I do not die.
George Muir
Brenda, here are the words to the song:

My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer -
A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe;
My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.

Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North
The birth place of Valour, the country of Worth;
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,
The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.

Farewell to the mountains high cover'd with snow;
Farewell to the straths and green valleys below;
Farewell to the forrests and wild-hanging woods;
Farwell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods.

My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer
Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe;
My heart's in the Highlands, whereever I go.
Brenda, the last funeral I was at, the minister read out this poem and I thought it was lovely.

When I come to the end of the road, and the sun has set for me,
I want no rites in a gloom filled room, why cry for a soul set free,
Miss me a little, but not too long, and not with you head bowed low,
Remember the love that we once shared, miss me but let me go,
For this is a journey that we all must take, and each must go alone,
Its all a part of the masters plan, a step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick of heart, go to the friends we know,
and bury your sorrows in doing good deeds,
miss me, but let me go.
Archie Millar
I think the one on R L Stevenson's grave in Samoa where he is buried is very apt

Under the bright and starry sky

Dig my grave and let me lie

And lay me down with a will

This is verse I crave for me

Here he lies where he longs to be

Home is the sailor, home from the sea

And the hunter, home from the hill!
I can't think of a suitable poem, but this old song kept running through my mind:

Old Scots Mother Mine, just a few of the words.

Tho' we're far apart,
For the sake of Auld Lang Syne -
God bless and keep you
Old Scots Mother Mine.
Brenda, I'm sure if Betty2 put her mind to it she could come up with something suitable, especially if it is wanted in the Glasgow dialect.

Sorry about your friends Mother.
Many thanks to all who have replied to my query. Melody, I'll try to find the rest of the words to "Auld Scots Mother Mine", there may be a phrase or two there. I'll pass on all suggestions to my friend , but I know for sure that she is after something particularly Scottish, or in the Glasgow dialect.
George Muir
Brenda, here's a link to Auld Scotch Mother Mine:

You'll find more traditional songs there also.
The words to that song are, as I learned them. this is a real tear jerker song.

In an old Scottish home that is dear to my mind,
Lives an old Scottish mother, so gentle and kind
Trouble and care may have wrinkled her brow,
But with thoughts sweet and tender,
I think of her now,

Old Scots mother mine,
You are with me all the time,
Your kind old face,
And your sweet Scots smile,
Though we're far apart,
For the sake of Auld Lang Syne,
God bless and keep you,
Old Scots other mine.

So now are you all crying

George & August 26 a' had tae get oot the tissues aifter readin' that.
Thank you, everyone, for these beautiful poems and prayers.

My grandmother, Catherine McKelvie née Niven, just passed this morning after a battle with cancer that she kept hidden from the family, even her closest of children.

Though I weep as I write, I find great comfort in these words, and I know in my heart they be true.

Thank you, everyone, for your words in this time of pain.

I wrote this very Scottish poem and don't know if it could be used for anyone who is searching. I'm from Glasgow but it has a Highland theme to it.

Lasting Peace. 26th October 2009.

My heart is heavy, my legs have gone
My body’s served me well.
No longer can I walk this land
The place I love and dwell
So take me all carry me
And give me such a view
For in my mind, I’ll always have,
Lasting thoughts of you.

A cairn on a mountain top
One that we both knew,
Will be my final resting place
Reminding me of you,
I want to see God’s kindly eyes
And hold His hand of love
For the love I shared with you on earth
Is all I’m guilty of.

Lay my weary limbs to rest
And cover me with stones,
Let the freshest air surround
My naked flesh and bones
Then mark a plot beside me dear
Score the earth to make a crease
And we’ll be together evermore,
Finally at peace.

As the lone piper plays a last lament
It carries through the glen,
We lived our life as in a dream
And will do so once again,
Then when God calls for your sweetest hand
He’ll see your smiling face,
And He will know, that we have found,
Our final resting place.

Paul Colvin.

glasgow lass
o'that was beautiful,,,sniff.
At my Mammys funeral we read her favourite words which I think cannot be beat.

"Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me....
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now, I see.

T'was Grace that taught...
my heart to fear.
And Grace, my fears relieved.
How precious did that Grace appear...
the hour I first believed.

Through many dangers, toils and snares...
we have already come.
T'was Grace that brought us safe thus far...
and Grace will lead us home.

The Lord has promised good to me...
His word my hope secures.
He will my shield and portion be...
as long as life endures.

Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
and mortal life shall cease,
I shall possess within the veil,
a life of joy and peace.

When we've been here ten thousand years...
bright shining as the sun.
We've no less days to sing God's praise...
than when we've first begun.
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