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Here lies I and my three daughters,
Kill'd by drinking Cheltenham waters;
If we had stuck to Epsom salts,
We'd not been a lying in these here vaults.
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Here lies William Smith,
And what is somewhat rarish,
He was born, bred and
Hanged in this parish.
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On Thomas Woodcock:
Here lie the remains of Thomas Woodhen,
The most amiable of husbands and excellent of men.
N. B. His real name was Woodcock, but it Wouldn't come in rhyme.—His widow.
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