Dundee
Three Scottish worthies were once appointed to compose an Epitaph on a departed Provost: subjoined are the productions of two of them, which were supposed to have been the means of killing the third candidate in a fit of laughter.
Here lies the Provost of Dundee,
Here lies him, here lies he.
Hi-diddle-dum, Hi-diddle-dee,
A, B, C, D, E, F, G.
Here lies the body of John Watson,
Read this not with your hats on,
For why—he was Provost of Dundee,
Hallelujah, Hallelujee.