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I am anxiously expecting you. A.D. 1827 — Here I am! – A.D. 1867

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Poems and Epitaphs are but stuff – Here lies Zed Blacksword – that’s enough

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DEADMAN

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A man of letters it seems was he; the college made him L.L.D. The Order a P.G.W.C. Grim death has given him the G.B., and may his ashes R.I.P.

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Due to lack of ground in this cemetery, two bodies are buried in this one plot. One of them was a politician, the other was an honest man.

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To the memory of Ric Richards who by a gangrene first lost a toe, then a leg and lastly his life.

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ASSMAN

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I made an ash of myself

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Faults I May Have – Being Wrong is Not One of Them

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Sacred to the memory of Major James Brush, Royal Artillery, who was killed by the accidental discharge of a pistol by his orderly…

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Here lieth the body of my lovely dear wife Anne, who plays the poker machines whenever she can.

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Rab McBeth – who died for the want of another breath.

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Mary, Mary, quite contrary How does your garden grow? Quite well, I bet, Since it's well fed By her body decomposing below.

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The Lord saw good; I was lopping off wood, and down fell from the tree; I met with a check, and I broke my neck, and so Death lopped off me.

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Here lies Matthew Mudd, Death did him no hurt; when alive he was Mudd, but now he's only dirt

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The body of Benjamin Franklin, printer like the coyer of an old book its contents torn out and stripped of its lettering and gilding, lies here food for worms. – Yet the work itself shall not be lost for it will, as he believed, appear once more in a new and more beautiful edition corrected and amended by the author.

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Here lies Ann Mann, who lived an old maid, but died an old Mann…

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Neal Keven – His accounts were found square to a cent.

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… Going! Going!! Gone!!!

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Erected to the memory of John Macfarlane. Drowned in the waters of Leith – by a few affectionate friends.

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I am woman here me roar. And boy did she.

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