Cat. #0073 (MFH #498) - As sung by Mrs. Gladys Everly, Springfield, Missouri on April 20, 1958
VERSE 1
While strolling one night, thru New Yorks gay throng
I met a poor boy who was singing a song
Although he was singing he wanted for bread
And though he was smiling, he wished himself dead
CHORUS
Cold blew th blast and down came th snow
He had no place to shelter him, no where to go
No Mother to guide him, in th grave she lies low
Cast on th cold street was poor little Joe
VERSE 2
A carriage passed by with a lady inside
I looked on poor Joes face and saw that he cried
He followed the carriage, she not even smiled
But fondly caressed her own darling child
VERSE 3
I looked on this waif and I thought it was odd
Is this poor, ragged urchin forgotten by God
Then I saw by th lamplight that shone on th snow
The pale deadly features of, poor little Joe