Poor Little Joe

1: Cold blows the blast, down fell the snow.
Nowhere for shelter, an nowhere to go;
No mother nor father, in their graves they lie low,
Cast out in this wide world is poor little Joe.

2; A carriage was passing with a lady inside,
Who stared at poor Joe, as her own darling child;
Joe followed the carriage, wi the tears in his eyes,
Although he was singing, he wished himself dead.

3: Cold blows the blast, down fell the snow and beyond.
Nowhere for shelter, an nowhere to go,
No mother nor father, in their graves they lie low,
Cast out in this wide world is poor little Joe.