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Here the old man lies

No one laughs and no one cries

Where he's gone or how he fares

No one knows and no one cares.

But his brother James and his wife Emeline

They were his friends all the time.

Here lies our young and blooming daughter—

Murdered by the cruel and relentless Henry.

When coming home from school he met her,

And with a six self shooter, shot her.

Here lies Cynthia, Stevens' wife

She lived six years in calms and strife.

Death came at last and set her free.

I was glad and so was she.

In youth he was a scholar bright.

In learning he took great delight.

He was a major's only son.

It was by love he was undone.

Here lies old Caleb Ham,

By trade a bum.

When he died the devil cried,

Come, Caleb, come.

The voice of a stepfather beneath this

Stone is to rest one, shamefully robbed

In life by his wife's son, and Esq Tom

And David Learys wife

He was a blessing to the saints,

To sinners rich and poor,

He was a kind and worthy man,

He's gone to be no more.

He kept the faith unto the end

And left the world in peace.

He did not for a doctor send

Nor for a hireling priest.

Here beneath these marble stones

Sleeps the dust and rests the bones

Of one who lived a Christian life

T'was Haines's—Josiah's wife.

She was a woman full of truth

And feared God from early youth.

And priests and elders did her fight

Because she brought her deeds to light.

Here lies a man never beat by a plan,

Straight was his aim and sure of his game,

Never was a lover but invented a revolver.