Here lies a poor woman who always was tired,
For she lived in a place where help wasn’t hired.
Her last words on earth were, Dear friends I am going
Where washing ain’t done nor sweeping nor sewing,
And everything there is exact to my wishes,
For there they don’t eat and there’s no washing of dishes…

Don’t mourn for me now, don’t mourn for me never,
For I’m going to do nothing for ever and ever.

An epitaph in Bushey churchyard, before 1860, destroyed by 1916

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