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 Except that grave, you scarce see one
 * That was not dug by me

I'd rather dance upon 'em all
 * Than tread upon these three!

"Aye, Sexton! 'tis a touching tale."
 * "You, Sir! are but a lad;

This month I'm in my seventieth year.
 * And still it makes me sad.

And Mary's sister told it me.
 * For three good hours and more;

Tho' I had heard it, in the main.
 * From Edward's self, before.

Well! it pass'd off! the gentle Ellen
 * Did well nigh dote on Mary;

And she went oftener than before, And Mary lov'd her more and more:
 * She manag'd all the dairy.

To market she on market-days.
 * To church on Sundays came;

All seem'd the same: all seem'd so, Sir!
 * But all was not the same!