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John Macpherson Was a remarkable person. He stood six feet two Without his shoe, And he was slew At Waterloo.

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The body that lies buried here – By lightning fell, death's sacrifice, – To him Elijah's fate was given – He rode on flames of fire to heaven.

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Here lies poor but honest Bryan Tunstall. He was a most expert angler until Death envious of his art, threw out his line hooked him, and landed him here the 21st day of April, 1790

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I told you so, you damned fools.

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Here lies Bryan Wilkinson – The doc said he'd be 'alright,’ Guess doc was all wrong

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Struck by thunder.

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Here lies old Rastus Sominy – died a-eating hominy, In 1859 anno domini

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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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John Palfryman who is buried here, was aged four and twenty years. And near this place his Mother lies, likewise his father when he dies.

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Here lies the body of poor Aunt Charlotte. Born a virgin, died a harlot. For 16 years she kept her virginity, a damn'd long time for this vicinity.

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Here I lie at the chancel door – And I lie here because I am poor; – For the farther in the more you pay, – But here I lie as warm as they.

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 Here lies the body of Dr Hayward, a man who never voted. Of such is the kingdom of Heaven.

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Sacred to the memory of Anthony Drake, who died for peace and quietness sake; his wife was constantly scolding and scoffin; so he sought for repose in a twelve-dollar coffin.

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Tabitha wife of Moses Fledger Aged 55 – We shall miss thee, mother (Job printing neatly done.)

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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 the body of Richard Hind, – Who was neither ingenious, sober, nor kind.

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Here lies John Auricular, Who in the ways of the Lord walked perpendicular.

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Here lies Fuller's earth.

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He held the pall at the funeral of Shakspeare.

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Poor Martha Snell, she's gone away. She would if she could, but she could not stay; she'd two bad legs, and a baddish cough, but her legs it was that carried her off.

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Here I lie bereft of breath, because a cough carried me off; then a coffin they carried me off in.

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