I found this little piece a few years ago and just came across it again when I was looking through some old boxes.
It was written on a headstone before 1860 but had unfortunately been destroyed by 1916.
Someone however wrote it down so I think it is wort reproducing here…
Here lies a poor woman who was always 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 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”.