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Here I at length repose, My spirit now at aise is; With the tips of my toes And the point of my nose Turned up to the roots of the daisies.

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Here lies the body of Jonathan Ground, who was lost at sea and never found.

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Beneath this stone our baby lies, it neither cries nor hollers, It lived but one and twenty days, and cost us forty dollars.

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Here lies one who never lied before. And one who never will lie More. To which there need be no More said.

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Learn the living from the dead, how easy breaks life's tender thread

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Those who cared for him while living, will know whose body is buried here, to others it does not matter.

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John Palfryman who is buried here, was aged four and twenty years. And near this place his Mother lies, likewise his father when he dies.

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Reader, I've left this world, in which I had a world to do; sweating and fretting to get rich: just such a fool as you.

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Here I lie bereft of breath, because a cough carried me off; then a coffin they carried me off in.

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This is on me.

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Here lies my wife, poor Molly, let her lie, she finds repose at last, and so do I.

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Here lies entombed one Roger Morton, whose sudden death was early brought on; trying one day his corn to mow off, the razor slipped and cut his toe off. The toe, or rather what it grew to, an inflammation quickly flew to; the parts they took to mortifying, And poor dear Roger took to dying.

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

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This Ain’t Bad _____ Once You Get Used To It

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The body that lies buried here – By lightning fell, death's sacrifice, – To him Elijah's fate was given – He rode on flames of fire to heaven.

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Two great physicians first, my Loving husband tried, to cure my pain, in vain. At last he got a third, and then I died.

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Beneath this smooth stone by the bone of his bone, Sleeps Master John Gill; By lies when alive this attorney did thrive, And now that he's dead he lies still.

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Alass Frend Joseph, His End was Almost Sudden, as thou the mandate came express from heaven his foot it slip and he did fall help, help he cries & that was all.

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Here richly, with ridiculous display, the politician’s corpse was laid away. While all of his acquaintance sneered and slanged, I wept: for I had longed to see him hanged.

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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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Here lies the body of Jane Gordon. With mouth almighty and teeth accordin!

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