Not a cemetery as such, but in St Oswald's church in Flamborough, on the coast of East Yorkshire, is a epitaph to Sir Marmaduke Constable, who died in 1530 and whose family are still prominent local landowners. He was known as Little Sir Marmaduke because of his small stature but was a distinguished soldier who fought in many campaigns and, at the amazing age of 70, commanded one of the English wings at the Battle of Flodden and personally dispatched many Scots nobles. Considering the average life expectancy at that time was less than 50, he was a very, very old man.

Most amazing of all, however, is the maanner of his death - he was supposed to have inadvertently swallowed a live toad which ate his heart.

Here is his epitaph:

"Here lieth Marmaduke Constable of Flaynborght, Knight,
         Who made aduento into France for the right of the same;
         Passed ouer with Kyng Edwarde the fourith, yt noble knight,
         And also with noble King Herre the seuinth of that name.
         He was also at Berwik at the winnyng of the same,

          And by King Edward chosy captey there first of any one,
         And rewllid & gouernid ther his tyme without blame,
          But for all that, as ye so, he lieth vnder this stone.

         At Brankisto feld, wher the King of Scottys was slayne,
          He then being of the age of thre score and tene,
         With the good duke of Northefolke yt iorney hay tayn,

          And coragely avancid hyself emog other there & then.

         The Kig beyng i france with gret nombre of ynglesh me,

          He nothing hedyng his age ther but jeopehy as ow,
         With his sonnes brothe sarientt and kynnismen,
          But now, as ye se, he lyeth under this stone.

         But now all thes tryumphs as passed and set on syde,
          For all worldly joyes they will not long endure,
         They are soune passed and away dothe glyde,

          And who that puttith his trust i the & call by most usure.
         For when deth striketh he spareth no creature,

          Nor geuith no warnyg but takith the by one & one;
         And now he abydyth gode's mercy & hath no other socure,
          For, as ye se hym, here he lieth vnder this stone.

         I pray yow my kynsome, louers and friendis all,
          To pray to oure lord Jhesu to haue marcy of my sowll.

I have turned this into a song using some of the wording.