Author: Epitaph Page 28

Slip McVey – He might a be here today – But rum, whisky an a bad gun – Put him away.

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Here lies old Caleb Ham, by trade a bum. When de died the devil cried, Come, Caleb, come.

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My father and mother were both insane – I inherited the terrible stain. – My grandfather, grandmother, aunts and uncles – Were lunatics all, and yet died of carbuncles.

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Peter Letig was his name, Heaven I hope his station, Baltimore was his dwelling place and Christ is his salvation.

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Within this grave do lie. Back to back my wife and I. When the last trump the air shall fill, if she gets up I’ll just lie still.

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She did what she could. Not Goodbye, but au revoir. In loving memory of My Dear Wife Annie Edith Faithfull (1877–1954)

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Father and Mother and I choose to be buried asunder. Father and Mother here, and I buried yonder.

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

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Uncle Walter Loved To Spend. He Had No Money in the End. But with Many a Whiskey and Many a Wife, He Really Did Enjoy His Life.

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Peace to his hashes.

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Here lies the Body of Captain Tully. Aged an hundred and nine years fully. And threescore years before, as Mayor, the sword of this city he did bear. Nine of his wives do with him lie, so shall the tenth when she doth die.

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Here beneath this pile of stones – Lies all thats left of Sally Jones. – Her name was Lord, it was not Jones, – But Jones was used to rhyme with stones.

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He was a simple man who died of complications.

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The Yankees came South in droves and bands, To conquer our fair Southern lands. But this little plot, In this quiet spot, was all the land this damn Yankee got.

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Sacred to twins Charlie and Varlie. Sons of loving parents who died in infancy.

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Hooray my brave boys let's rejoice at his fall. For if he had lived he would have buried us all.

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Here lies interr'd a man o' micht, they ca'd him Malcolm Downie; he lost his life ae market night, by fa'ing aff his pownie. [pony] Aged 37 Years.

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… With patience wait perforce to die And in a short time you'll come to I.

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Here lies Ned. There is nothing more to be said, because we like to speak well of the dead. I came into this world without my consent, and left in the same manner.

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Grim death took me without any warning. I was well at night, and dead in the morning.

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There once was a man named Don, who fell asleep out on his lawn. They thought he was pretending to be dead, then a tombstone fell on his head. And now Don is long gone.

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