Here lies Ann Mann.
She lived an old maid
But died an old Mann.
Here lies Ned Hyde because he died.
If it had been his sister
We should not have missed her.
But would rather it had been his father
Or for the good of the nation
The whole generation.
On a well-known pill doctor.
His virtues and his pills are so well known
That envy can't confine them under stone.
Throughout his life he kneaded bread
And deemed it quite a bore.
But now six feet beneath earth's crust
He needeth bread no more.
Listen, Mother, Aunt and me
Were killed, here we be.
We should not had time to missle
Had they blown the engine whistle.
Here lies the remains of
John Hall grocer.
The world is not worth a fig
I have good raisins for saying so.
Amanda Lowe.
She loved me and my grandchildren reverenced her. She bathed my feet and kept my socks well darned.