There Shall I Gaze on the Mountains Again
The Scottish Funeral
The funeral and wake of a Scottish-Canadian, was not unlike that of an Irish, both having Gaelic roots.  However, they did not generally have a wild party afterward, though refreshments were expected.

Like the Irish, they would immediately inform all livestock of their master's death, though in Canada this was an honour sometimes only given to the bees. 

The body would be prepared in similar fashion, and a funeral procession led the way to the gravesite.  If this was some distance away, the journey would be by carriage or sled.
It was not unusual at a Scottish funeral to have  a bagpiper outside the church, or inside if the weather was bad; and sometimes they were used as part of the service.  When the final hymn was near the last verse, the piper would start his drones and begin playing the notes to the tune, once the singing stopped.  After the tune ended, the remaining portion of the service could continue.

At the conclusion, the bagpiper would usually follow the coffin and continue playing until the casket was lowered into the ground.  Upon the completion of the burial, the piper then walked away slowly, playing continually,  until completely out of ear shot. 

Since at this sombre ocassion, thoughts returned to their homeland, some popular tunes were 'The Land of My Youth' and 'Mist-Covered Mountains'.
The Land of My Youth
I'm bidding farewell to the land of my youth
And the home I love so well
And the mountains so grand, round my own native land
I'm bidding them all farewell

With an aching heart I'll bid them adieu
For tomorrow I'll sail far away
O'er the raging foam, for to seek a home
On the shores of 'Canaday'.

It's not for the want of employment I'm going
It's not for the love of fame
That fortune bright, may shine over me
And give me a glorious name

It's not for the want of employment I'm going
O'er the weary and stormy sea
But to seek a home for my own true love
On the shores of 'Canaday'.

And when I am bidding my last farewell
The tears like rain will blind
To think of my friends in my own native land
And the home I'm leaving behind

But if I'm to die in a foreign land
And be buried so far far away
No fond mother's tears will be shed o'er my grave
On the shores of 'Canaday'.
Mist Covered Mountains
There shall I visit the place of my birth.
They'll give me a welcome the warmest on earth.
So loving and kind, full of music and mirth,
The sweet sounding language of home.

Chorus:
O, roe, soon shall I see them,
O, hee-roe, see them, oh see them.
O, roe, soon shall I see them,
The mist covered mountains of home!

There shall I gaze on the mountains again.
On the fields, and the hills, and the birds in the glen.
With people of courage beyond human ken!
In the haunts of the deer I will roam.

Hail to the mountains with summits of blue!
To the glens with their meadows of sunshine and dew.
To the women and the men ever constant and true,
Ever ready to welcome one home!
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