Here lies a poor woman who always was tired,
for she lived in a house 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 will be just to my wishes; 
For where they don't eat, there's no washing of dishes. 
I’ll be where loud anthems will always be ringing,
But having no voice, I’ll get clear of 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.

This poem is in the public domain.