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Here Delia's buried at fourscore; When young, a lewd rapacious Whore, Vain and expensive; but when old, A pious, sordid, drunken Scold.

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Here lies John Hill, a man of skill. His age was five times ten, he ne'er did good, nor ever would, had he lived as long again.

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Here lyeth wrapped in clay, the body of Ester Wray: I have no more to say, except bless the day, she went away 3rd May 1872.

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Captain Thomas Coffin, died 1842, age 50 years. He's done a-catching cod and gone to meet his God.

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It is so soon that I am done for, I wonder what I was begun for.

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Here lies Barnard Lightfoot Who was accidentally killed in the 45th year of his age. This monument was erected by his grateful family.

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The wedding-day appointed was, and wedding clothes provided, before the nuptial day, alas! He sickened and he die did.

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Here lies Joseph Trowlup, who made yon stones roll up: when death took his soul up, his body filled this hole up.

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Pray for me, old Thomas Dunn, but if you don't, tis all one.

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Here lies my wife a sad slatterned shrew. If I said I regretted her, I should lie too.

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She was in health at 11.30 A. M. – And left for Heaven at 3.30 P. M.

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On the four husbands of Ivy Saunders: Here lies my husbands 1 – 2 – 3. As still as men could ever be. As for the fourth: Praise be to God He still abides above the sod: Abel, Seth and Leidy were the first 3 names and to make things tidy I'll add his – James.

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Here lies the body of Jonathan Tilton, whose friends reduced him to a skeleton. They robbed him out of all he had And now rejoice that he is dead.

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"Lord, thy grace is free, — why not for me?"

And the Lord answered and said, — "Because thy debts aint paid I”

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Here lie Walker's particles.

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Life is a jest, and all things show it; I thought so once and now I know it.

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

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My candle burns at both ends, – It will not last the night, – But Oh, my foes, – And Ah, my friends, – It gives a lovely light

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The manner of her death was thus; She was druv over by a Bus.

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Rest In Peace Cousin Huet – We all know you didn't do it

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