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I look at the grave,

I here the bay of a coonhound,

I look at the grave,

As I hear the sweet sound,

I look at the grave,

But there peace has been found,

I look at the grave.


I remember the love,

They showed each other,

I remember the love,

They were sister and brother,

I remember the love,

I will never have another.


Old Dan and Little Ann.

God gave them to me.

Old Dan and Little Ann.

Then was when I could see.

Old Dan and Little Ann.

They were the best to ever be.


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