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[Here lies the last of Deacon Fitch]
Here lies the last of Deacon Fitch,Whose business was to melt the pitch.
Convenient to this sacred spot
Lies Sammy, who applied it hot.
'Tis hard—so much alike they smell—
One's grave from t'other's grave to tell,
But when his tomb the Deacon's burst
(Of two he'll always be the first)
He'll see by studying the stones
That he's obtained his proper bones,
Then, seeking Sammy's vault, unlock it,
And put that person in his pocket.
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