Here lies poor Ned Purdon, from misery free,
Who long was a bookseller's hack.
He led such a damnable life in this world
I don't think he'll ever come back.
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She lived genteely on a small income.
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Here lies my poor wife, much lamented
She's happy, and I'm contented
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On Burbridge, the tragedian:
Exit Burbridge
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