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Martha and I together lived – Just two years and a half; – She went first, and I followed after – the cow before the calf.

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Here lies Gilles – Used no net, knew no fear, made mis-step, wound up here

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This world is a prison in every respect, whose walls are the heavens in common; the jailor is sin, and the prisoners men; and the fetters are nothing but women.

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Here lies Suzannah Ensign; Lord she is thin

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Here I lie, taken from life.

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I am woman here me roar. And boy did she.

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Rab McBeth – who died for the want of another breath.

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James B. McCoy – Member Co. D 17th Iowa Inf. which mustered in 1165 men and mustered out 42. Participated in 19 battles and 3 sieges. Never Applied For A Pension.

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Beneath this stone, in hopes of Zion, doth lie the landlord of the lion; his son keeps on the business still, resigned unto the heavenly will.

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A Man.

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I came I know not whence, I go I know not whither.

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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 lies a man who while he lived was happy as a linnet. He always lied while on the earth and now he's lying in it.

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I told you so, you damned fools.

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The Yankees came South in droves and bands, To conquer our fair Southern lands. But this little plot, In this quiet spot, was all the land this damn Yankee got.

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Stranger pause and shed a tear, for Mary Jane lies buried here. Mingled in a most surprising manner with Susan, Marie and portions of Hannah.

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He found a rope and picked it up, and with it walked away. It happened that to tother end, a horse was hitched, they say. They took the rope and tied it up, unto a hickory limb. It happened that the tother end, was somehow hitched to him.

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Here lies a man never beat by a plan, straight was his aim and sure of his game, never was a lover but invented a revolver.

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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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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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Here lies the body of Jonathan Near Whose mouth it stretched from ear to ear. Tread softly, stranger, o'er this wonder, For if he yawns, you're gone, by thunder.

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