Author: Epitaph

My life’s been hard, and all things show it; I always thought so and now I know it.

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Against his will, here lies George Hill, who from a cliff – fell down quite stiff. When it happened is not known, therefore not mentioned on this stone.

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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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When I was in the military, they gave me a medal for killing two men and a discharge for loving one.

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Grim death took me without any warning, I was well one day, and stone dead next morning.

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Under this stone Lies Billy Joe Bob Stealing chickens Was his last job

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Here lies Fuller's earth.

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Here lies the body of Johnny Haskell, A lying, thieving, cheating rascal; He always lied, and now he lies, He has no soul and cannot rise.

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Here lies Martin Elmrod. Have mercy on my soul, good God, as I would do were I Lord God, and you were Martin Elmrod.

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Haine haint

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Ope'd my eyes took a peep. Didn't like it went back to sleep.

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Here lies the landlord Tommy Dent In his last cosy tenement.

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Ingenious youth, thou art laid in dust. Thy friends, for thee, in tears did burst.

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Here lies the body of Molly Dickie, the Wife of Hall Dickie, tailor

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My sledge and anvil lie declined, my bellows too have lost their wind; my fire’s extinct, my forge decay’d. And in the dust my body’s laid: my coal is out, my iron’s gone, my nails are drove, my work is done.

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Here lies the bones of Eichard Lawton – Whose death alas I was strangely brought on. – Trying his corns one day to mow off. – His razor slipped and cut his toe off. – His toe or rather what it grew to, – An inflimation quickly flew to. – Which took alas to mortifying – And was the cause of Eichards dying.

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Here, reader, turn your weeping eyes, My fate a useful moral teaches; The hole in which my body lies Would not contain one half my speeches

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

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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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Called Back.

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Stranger pause my tale attend, and learn the cause of Hannah’s end. Across the world the wind did blow, she ketched a cold that laid her low. We shed a lot of tears ‘tis true, but life is short – aged 82.

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