>From a graveyard in Aberdeen, Scotland

Here lie the bones of Elizabeth Charlotte
Born a virgin, died a harlot
She was aye a virgin at seventeen
A remarkable thing in Aberdeen.


>From elsewhere

Here lies my poor wife,
Without bed or blankit,
But dead as a door-nail,
God be thankit.

To the four husbands of Miss Ivy Saunders

1790, 1794, 1808, 18??
Here lies my husbands, One, Two, Three
Dumb as men could ever be
As for my Fourth, well, praise be God
He bides for a little above the sod
Alex, Ben, Sandy were the
First three names
And to make things tidy
I'll add his - James.


Here lies my wife.
Here let her lie!
Now she's at rest
And so am I.