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Poem by Royall Tyler Original Epitaph on a Drunkard PRAY who lies here? why don't you know, 'Tis stammering, staggering, boozy Joe; What, dead at last? I thought that death Could never stop his long long breath. True, death ne'er threw his dart at him, But kill'd, like David, with a sling: Whither he's gone we do not know, With spirits above or spirits below:— But, if he former taste inherits, He's quaffing in a world of spirits. Royall Tyler Royall Tyler's other poems:
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