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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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