Denbighshire.
WREXHAM.
Here lies a Church-warden,
A choice flower in that garden,
Joseph Critchley by name,
Who lived in good fame
Being gone to rest,
Without doubt he is blest.
Montgomeryshire.
MONTGOMERY.
All you that come our grave to see
A moment pause and think,
How we are in eternity
And you are on the brink.
BERRIEW.
Farewell, my dear and loving wife,
Partner of the cares of life,
And you my children now adieu,
Since I no more can come to you.
GUILDSFIELD.
Beneath this yew tree
Buried would he be,
Because his father, he,
Planted this yew tree.