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Here lies Dr Keene, the good Bishop of Chester, who eat up a fat goose, but could not digest her.

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Heave a sigh For old John Doak. He didn't know His brakes were broke

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Here lies the body of Samuel Proctor, who lived and died without a doctor.

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She lived genteely on a small income.

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An excellent husband was this Mr. Danner, – He lived in a thoroughly honorable manner. – He may have had troubles. – But they burst like bubbles. – He's at peace, now with Mary, Jane Susan and Hannah.

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Here lies (the Lord have mercy on her) One of Her Majesty's maids of honour: she was young, slender, and pretty; she died a maid — the more's the pity.

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To the Memory of Abraham Beaulieu. Born 15 September 1822. Accidentally shot 4th April 1844. As a mark of affection from his brother

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He was young – He was fair – But the Injuns – Raised his hair

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One Errant Female Has Fun – The Ornament of Her Generation – Beautiful. Witty. Brilliant. Talented. Elegant. Charming. Frugal and Modest. – Erected By Herself

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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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Here lie I, Martin Elginbrodde: Hae mercy o' my soul, Lord God; As I wad do, were I Lord God, And ye were Martin Elginbrodde.

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Here lies Elizabeth, my wife for 47 years, and this is the first damn thing she ever done to oblige me.

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Moses White. His grand excellence was that he was genuine.

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Here Lies Good Old Fred – A Great Big Rock Fell On His Head – R.I.P.

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… Here lie the bones of Sophie Jones; for her death held no terrors. She was born a maid and died a maid. No hits, no runs, no heirs.

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This stone was raised by Frieda's Lord, not Frieda's virtues to record, for they are known to all the town. This stone was raised to keep her down.

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Here lies two brothers by misfortune surrounded; one died of wounds, but the other was drownded.

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Fair maiden Lilliard – lies under this stane – little was her stature – but muckle was her fame – upon the English loons – she laid monie thumps – and when her legs were cuttit off – she fought upon her stumps.

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A Funny Thing Happened

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Until the brakes are turned on time, – Life's throttle-valve shut down. – He works to pilot in the crew – That wears the martyr's crown. – On schedule time, on upper grade – Along the homeward section. – He lands his train in God's roundhouse – The mom of resurrection. – His time is full, no wages docked, – His name on God's pay roll. – And transportation through to Heaven – A free pass for his soul.

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Ma Dyed [sic]

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