The Lord was good I was lopping off wood
And down fell from a tree.
I met with a check that broke my neck
And so God lopped off me.
Here lies John Higley whose father and mother were drowned in their passage from America. Had they both lived they would have been buried here.
Aberdeen, Scotland.
Here lies Martin Elmrod.
Have mercy on my soul, good God
As I would do were I Lord God
And you were Martin Elmrod.
Here lies Thomas Smith
And what is somewhat rareish,
He was born bred and hanged
In this e'er parish.
Here I lie at the chancel door
And I lie here because I am poor;
For the farther in the more you pay,
But here I lie as warm as they.
Pickering Churchyard.