Hic jacet sure the fattest man,
That Yorkshire stingo made;
He was a lover—of his can,
A clothier by his trade.
His waist did measure three yards round,
He weighed almost three hundred pounds;
His flesh did weigh full twenty stone—
His flesh, I say, he had no bone,
At least ’tis said that he had none.
NORTH ALLERTON.
Hic jacet Walter Gun,
Some time Landlord of the Sun;
Sic transit gloria mundi.
He drank hard upon Friday,
That being a high day,
Then took to his bed and died upon Sunday.
WADDINGTON.
Wm. Rd. Phelp, a Boatswain of H.M.S. Invincible.
When I was like you,
For years not a few,
On the ocean I toil’d,
On the line I have broil’d,
In Greenland I’ve shiver’d,
Now from hardships deliver’d;
Capsized by old Death,
I surrendered my breath,
And now I lay snug,
As a bug in a rug.
LEEDS.
Here lies my wife,
Here lies she;
Hallelujah,
Hallelujee.
RICHMOND.
Here lies the body of William Wix,
One Thousand, Seven Hundred & Sixty Six.