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"Here I lie, and no wonder I am dead, for the wheel of a wagon went over my head."

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Beneath this grassy Mound now rests One Edgar Oscar Earl, Who to another Hunter looked Exactly like a squirrel.

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Pray for me, old Thomas Dunn, but if you don't, tis all one.

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

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On the four husbands of Ivy Saunders: Here lies my husbands 1 – 2 – 3. As still as men could ever be. As for the fourth: Praise be to God He still abides above the sod: Abel, Seth and Leidy were the first 3 names and to make things tidy I'll add his – James.

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"Here lies my husband – what else is new"

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

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

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This stone was raised to Sarah Ford, not Sarah's virtues to record, for they're well known to all the town. No Lord; it was raised to keep her down.

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Slip McVey – He might a be here today – But rum, whisky an a bad gun – Put him away.

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Factory Reject

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Here lies Barnard Lightfoot Who was accidentally killed in the 45th year of his age. This monument was erected by his grateful family.

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Here lies Robert Trollope Who made yon stones roll up. When death took his soul up His body filled this hole up.

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John and Lydia, that blooming pair, a whale killed him and her body lies here.

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This tombstone is a milestone – Hah! how so? – Because beneath lies Miles – Who's Miles below; – A little man he was, a dwarf in size, – But now stretch’d out, at least Miles long he lies. – His grave though small, contains a space so wide, – It has Miles in breadth, and Miles in length beside.

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She was never meant to be understood, just loved.

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This is the grave of Mike O’Day, who died maintaining his right of way. His right was clear, his will was strong, but he’s just as dead as if he’d been wrong.

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Here lies the body of Richard Thomas, an Englishman by birth, a Whig of '76 – a Cooper by trade, now food for worms. Like an old rum puncheon whose staves are all marked and numbered he will be raised and put together again by his Maker.

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Here lie I, Martin Elginbrodde: Hae mercy o' my soul, Lord God; As I wad do, were I Lord God, And ye were Martin Elginbrodde.

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

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