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Approach and read, now with your hats on, for here lies Bailie William Watson; who was famous for his thinking, and moderation in his drinking.

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Praises on tombs are trifles vainly spent; a man's good name is his best monument.

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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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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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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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The man buried here literally, went to the four winds

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Poems and Epitaphs are but stuff – Here lies Zed Blacksword – that’s enough

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Our papa dear has gone to Heaven, to make arrangements for eleven.

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For a good time, dig.

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Jonathan Grober died dead sober. Lord thy wonders never cease.

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Here lies the body of Edward Hyde. We laid him here because he died.

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She lived genteely on a small income.

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Owen Moore, gone away. Owin' more, than he could pay

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

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Here Betsy Brown her body lies. Her soul is flying in the skies. While here on earth she oftimes spun six hundred skeins from sun to sun, and wove one day, her daughter brags, two hundred pounds of carpet rags.

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“Don’t Try”

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Hell no! I came here to die not to make a speech!

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

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Ma Dyed [sic]

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Sleep soft in dust, wait the Almighty's will, then rise unchanged, and be an angel still.

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