Epitaph Upon Peter Staggs


POOR Peter Staggs now rests beneath this rail,

Who loved his joke, his pipe, and mug of ale;

For twenty years he did the duties well,

Of ostler, boots, and waiter at the Bell.

But death stepped in, and ordered Peter Staggs

To feed the worms, and leave the farmers' nags.

The church clock struck one--alas! 'twas Peter's knell,

Who sighed, I'm coming--that's the ostler's bell!



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