Funny Scottish Epitaphs: John Sullen

Here lies John Sullen, and it is God's will He that was sullen, should be sullen still; He is sullen, if truth ye seek; Knock until Doomsday, Sullen will not speak. Raymond Lamont-Brown: Scottish Epitaphs. Chambers, Edinburgh, 1990

The Talkative Maid of Dalry

Beneath this silent tomb is laid A noisy antiquated maid, who from her cradle talked till death And ne'er before was out of breath. Raymond Lamont-Brown: Scottish Epitaphs. Chambers, Edinburgh, 1990

Where’s the grave?

'Tis here that Tibby Allan lies, 'Tis here, or here about, But no one till the Resurrection day, Shall the very spot dispute. Raymont Lamont-Brown: Scottish Epitaphs. Chambers, Edinburgh 1990

Ye maggots, feed on Nicol's brain, For few sic feasts you've gotten; and fix your claws in Nical's heart, For deil a bit o' t's rotten.   Raymond Lamont- Brown: Scottish Epitaphs. Cahmbers, Edinburgh, 1990   William Nicol was a friend of Robert Burns. The poet named oone of his sons after the highly intelligent... Continue Reading →

epitaph to a witch

Here lyes with Dethe auld Grizzel Grimme Lincluden's ugly witche; O Dethe, an' what a taste hast thou Cann lye with sich a bitche! Raymond Lamont-Brown: Scottish Epitaphs. Champbers, Edinburgh, 1990  

harsh words

epitaph for a suicide Here lies in earth a root of Hell, Set by the Diel's ain bible; This worthless body damn'd himself, To save the Lord the trouble. Raymont Lamont-Brown: Scottish Epitaphs. Chambers, Edinburgh, 1990

Scottish epitaphs: Gordon Fraser from Wigtown

O bury me at Wigtown, And o'er me raise a modest stane, Tae tell the folks when I am gane, The cauld mools wrap the banes o' ane Wha wrote and sang o' Wigtown. Scottish words: mools = earth, cauld = cold, banes = bones Raymont Lamont-Brown: Scottish Epitaphs. Chambers, Edinburgh, 1990

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