Who on the twenty first of May
Began to hold her tongue.
Ebenezer Dockwood aged forty seven,
A miser and a hypocrite and never went to Heaven.
Within this grave do lie.
Back to back my wife and I.
When the last trump the air shall fill,
If she gets up I'll just lie still.
Mammy and I together lived,
Just three years and a half.
She went first, I followed next,
The cow before the calf.
A man had cremated four wives, and the ashes, kept in four urns, being overturned and fallen together, were buried at last and had this droll inscription:
Stranger pause and shed a tear,
For Mary Jane lies buried here.
Mingled in a most surprising manner
With Susan, Marie and portions of Hannah.
Sacred to the memory
Of Miss Martha Grimm.
She was so very spare within,
She burst the outward shell of sin
And hatched herself a cherubim.
No doctor ever physicked me,
Was never near my side.
But when fever came I thought of the name,
And that was enough—I died.
This is to the memory of Ellen Hill,
A woman who would always have her will.
She snubbed her husband but she made good bread
Yet on the whole he's rather glad she's dead.
She whipped her children and she drank her gin,
Whipped virtue out and whipped the devil in.
May all such women go to some great fold
Where they through all eternity may scold.