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Lord Byron

Lord Byron

Epitaph on John Adams, of Southwell

JOHN ADAMS lies here, of the parish of Southwell,
A Carrier who carried his can to his mouth well:
He carried so much, and he carried so fast,
He could carry no more‑so was carried at last;
For, the liquor he drank, being too much for one,
He could not carry off,—so he’s now carri-on.

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