Lines on death of Dr Wilson

Some touching words written by William Sharp in 1938 upon the death of the well known Dr Cowan Wilson in Blantyre. Shared here, transcribed from a local newspaper report by Wilma Bolton.

Oh Death how could’st thou speed the dart
That pierced our dear aul’ doctor’s heart,
Wha nobly wrought an’ play’s his part
This mony a year,
Thro Blantyre toon thou’s made’st to start
The pityin’ tear,

For mair than fifty years or so
To human ills a stern foe,
Aft, aft, he foil’d the deadly blow
At fouk whan ill,
Wha wad this day been lyin’ low
But for his skill.

Now Time an’ thee ha’e allies been,
An bore him aff frae sicht o’ e’en,
Oh hard to think on him ye preen
Thy fatal spell,
Wha sav’d sae mony fouk yestreen,
Now no’ himsel’.

Attentive aye, to rich an’ poor,
He gallant strove their ills to cure,
An whiles, gif it was somethin’ dour
In serious guise,
To hear his chap at midnight hour
Was nae surprise.

He was “the maister” in his trade,
Few cam’ near him. Be it said,
He broucht a brichtness to your bed,
“An friendly glow,”
Ye aye felt better whan he bade
guid-nicht, to go.

Mourn, ye wee feeble, sickly weans,
Mourn, a’ ye fouk wi’ caulds an’ pains,
Mourn, braithless eild, wi rheumy banes,
Nae mair he’ll ca’,
Cruel Death has gar’t him drap the reins,
An’ he’s awa’,

Fareweel, thou grand aul’ man. Fareweel,
To higher planes now thou maun spiel,
Yet, as the years row by we’ll feel
Proud, to ha’e met ye,
An’ while aul’ Blantyre boasts a biel
She’ll ne’er forget ye.


Here lies a man, age-weary, worn,
Beneath this sod, sae grassy green,
His death caus’d mony fouk to mourn
In Blantyre toon, whaur he was seen,
Oh, tyrant Death, tears blin’ our e’en
At this sad calamity,
Wi’ his demise thou’s ta’en the frien’
O’ sufferin’ humanity.

William Sharp.

Dr Wilson is remembered by the memorial arch in the Stonefield Public Park, which is pictured here in 1965 and shared here by Robert Stewart.


On social media:

Mary Crowe Looks lovely, shame it doesn’t look the same now

Moyra Lindsay My Granny had a pencil drawing of this on her wall which must have been done in the 40s by a boyfriend of one of my aunts. Don’t know where it went I still mourn it.

Priory Inn Disgraceful how this “public park” is now

Michael Mcginley That’s the way I remember it.

Elizabeth Wallace It was a beautiful park now ruined

Jeanette Allardyce Ward That’s the way the park should still look

Jean Boyd It was so lovely

Frances McDonald How beautiful the park was then .

Elizabeth Weaver I can still smell the wallflowers they planted round there – it was always so well kept and colourful.

Jane Maxwell It was a beautiful park, I remember the boating pond it was always busy in the summer months. Another sadly missed area was the old man’s hut adjacent to the park. When Xmas came it would be decked out in lights. So many good things about Blantyre have gone.

Jane Bainbridge heart emoticon

Margaret Quinn That was wan lovely park in its day so sad to see it now used to love the Punch and Judy shows there looking for thon mouse that ran up the clock fond memories x

John Krawczyk I will always remember how beautiful this memorial was with lots of colourful flowers. I stayed in Cowan Wilson Ave so always related to this and Dr Cowan Wilson when passing by.
Great days on a Sunday after church to play putting with our dad. Happy days.
The park was great and they should have kept it the same including the boating pond.

Jessie Harrison I wish the park was still like this today,it was a pleasure to go there,fond memories.

Catherine Sneddon This is how the park should have been kept absolutely gorgeous in summer xx

Jeanette Allardyce Ward A wee game of putting, the boats, the paddling pond, beautiful flower beds, all gone 

Jim McSorley No progress at all shame

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