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Date 1671.

Why here?—why not, it’s all one ground,

And here none will my dust confound.

My Saviour lay where no one did—

Why not a member as his head,

No quire to sing, no bells to ring,

Why so thus buried was my king.

I grudge the fashion of the day

To fat the church and stane the lay,

Though nothing now of the be seen,

I hope my name and bed be green.