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The winter snow congealed his form, but now we know our Uncle’s warm.

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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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He heard the angels calling him, from the celestial shore. He flopped his wings and away he flew, to make one angel more.

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Here lies Donald and his wife Janett McPhee, aged 40 he and 30 she.

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Here lies my poor wife, much lamented, She is happy and I am contented.

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Our papa dear has gone to Heaven, to make arrangements for eleven.

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Here lies England's premier baron, – Patiently awaiting the last trump.

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Shot in the back by a dirty rat

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Here lies Thomas Smith and what is somewhat rareish, he was born bred and hanged in this e’er parish.

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I Dionysius underneath this tomb – Some sixty years of age have reached my doom. – Ne'er having married, think it sad, – And I wish my father never had.

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At last, a year-round resident

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Once I wasn't – then I was. Now I ain't again.

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Here lies John Higley whose father and mother were drowned in their passage from America. Had they both lived they would have been buried here.

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He died in bed.

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John Edwards who perished in a fire. None could hold a candle to him.

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"May ye be in heaven an hour before the devil knows you're dead"

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I'll thank you not to put your butt on my grave.

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Beneath this silent tomb is laid, a noisy antiquated maid, who from her cradle talked till death, and ne'er before was out of breath.

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Here lies the body of Ephraim Wise. Safely tucked between his two wives. One was Tillie and the other Sue. Both were faithful, loyal, and true. By his request in ground that's hilly. His coffin is set tilted toward Tillie.

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In memory of Richard Fothergill, who met vierlent death near this spot 18 hundred and 40 too. He was shot by his own pistill. It was not one of the new kind; but an old fashioned brass barrell. Of such is the Kingdom of Heaven.

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This corpse is Phebe Thorps.

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