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Five-and-twenty years have gone / Since old William Pollexfen / Laid his strong bones down in death / By his wife Elizabeth / In the grey stone tomb he made.
And after twenty years they laid / In that tomb by him and her, / His son George, the astrologer; / And Masons drove from miles away / To scatter the Acacia spray / Upon a melancholy man / Who had ended where his breath began.