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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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The man buried here literally, went to the four winds

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Here lieth Richard Dent in his last tenement.

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John Summer – An English Teacher who Could not only Spell the word "Epitaph" correctly, But also knew what it means.

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Some have children, others none, Here lies the mother of twenty one.

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Agreeable to the memory of Mrs Alinda Tewksbury. She was not a beleiver [sic] in the Christian idolitry.

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This spot is the sweetest I've seen in my life, For it raises many flowers and covers my wife.

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A Funny Thing Happened

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A rum cough carried him off.

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I would – rather be here – than in Texas.

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Here lies John Taggart, of honest fame, of stature low, and a leg lame; content he was with portion small, kept a shop in Wigtown, and that's all.

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I started out in life with the idea, that the world had an opening for me. And it did.

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He held the pall at the funeral of Shakspeare.

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Here lies Fuller's earth.

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Gone Underground For Good

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Come blooming youths, as you pass by, And on these lines do cast an eye. As you are now, so once was I; As I am now, so must you be; Prepare for death and follow me.

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He got a fish bone in his throat – And then he sang an angel's note.

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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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Fear God, keep His Commandments, Don't attempt to climb up in a tree That's what caused the death of me!

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John Macpherson Was a remarkable person. He stood six feet two Without his shoe, And he was slew At Waterloo.

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On this marble drop a tear — Here lies poor Rosalind: All mankind were pleas'd with her, And she with all mankind.

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