EPITAPH Said to have been found in Bushy Churchyard, Hertfordshire Here lies a poor woman who always was tired For she lived in a place where help wasn't hired, Her last words on earth were: "Dear friends, I am going Where washing ain't done nor cooking nor sewing, And everything there is exact to my wishes, For there they don't eat, there's no washing of dishes, I'll be where loud anthems will always be ringing (But having no voice, I'll be out of the singing) Don't mourn for me now, don't grieve for me never, For I'm going to do nothing for ever and ever!" |
