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Here lies a poor woman who always was tired, She lived in a house where help was not hired. Her last words on earth were, “Dear friends, I am going Where cooking ain’t done, nor washing, nor sewing. Hut everything there is exact to my wishes. For where 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 get clear of the singing, Don’t mourn for me now, don’t mourn for me never. I’m going to do nothing for ever and ever.
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White Ribbon, Volume 21, Issue 251, 18 May 1916, Page 10
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99HOW’S THIS FOR AN EPITAPH? White Ribbon, Volume 21, Issue 251, 18 May 1916, Page 10
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