I told you that I was sick!
Sir John Strange; Here lies an honest lawyer, And that is Strange
Alien tears will fill for him; Pity's long-broken ern. For his mourners will be outcast men, And outcasts always mourn
The children of Israel wanted bread, And the Lord sent them manna, Old clerk Wallace wanted a wife, And the Devil sent him Anna
As the flowers are all made sweeter by the sunshine and the dew, So this old world is made brighter by the lives Of folks like you
John Brown is filling his last cavity
Remember man, as you walk by, As you are now, so once was I, As I am now, so shall you be, Remember this and follow me
I was somebody. Who, is no business Of yours
Gone away, Owin' more than he could pay
To follow you I'll not consent, Until I know which way you went
Here lies the body of Jonathan Blake; Stepped on the gas instead of the brake
Here lies Lester Moore; Four slugs from a .44; No Les No More
Phoebe Buffeit- Buried Alive
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