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 where they don’t eat there’s no washing of dishes.
In Heaven loud anthems forever are ringing
But having no voice, I’ll be done with the singing.
Don’t mourn for me now, don’t mourn for me never
For I’m going to do nothing for ever and ever.
Anonymous epitaph in Bushey churchyard before 1860, destroyed by 1916