Gun cuireadh do chupa thairis le slainte agus sonas. (May your cup overflow with health and happiness.)       A Scot's Farewell     When I come to the end of the road, And the sun has set for me, I want no tears in a gloom-filled room, Why cry for a soul set free? Miss me a little but not for long, And not with your head bowed low. Remember the love that we once shared Miss me ... but let me go. For this is a journey we all must take, And each must go alone, It's all a part of the master plan, A step on the road to home. When you are lonely and sick of heart, Go the friend we know, And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds, Miss me ... but let me go.   Source unknown   The page banner displays the Clan Scott badge and red tartan