When Last I Saw Young Jo Jo Poem by Francis Duggan

The last time I saw young Jo Jo the wind tossed her long brown hair
On a bright and breezy morning when Spring was in the air
As she passed me by on the footpath she smiled and said hello
Her eyes were as brown as ripe chestnuts and her teeth as white as snow.

When last I saw lovely Jo Jo about a year ago
She wore blue jeans and a red cardigan as nice as one could wish to know
And sad for all who knew her that she won't be seen again
But the memory of her beauty with us will long remain.

When last I saw young Jo Jo she had just turned nineteen
A happy and a charming girl her likes not often seen
She smiled and said good morning to me as she went on her merry way
The blackbird on the wattle sang and it was a lovely day.

When last I saw young Jo Jo she smiled and said to me
'Tis such a lovely morning birds sing on bush and tree
But that must have been a year ago and sad am I to say
That Jo Jo is no longer with the Town dead she now lay.