Cold blew the blast and down fell the snow,

voiceCollected by Parler Mrs. Donna Everett Huntsville, Ark. August 11, 1958 Reel 307, Item 9 Poor Little Joe One night as I was strolling through New York's bright throng, I met a poor boy, he was singing a song, And though he was singing, he wanted for bread, And though he was smiling, he wished himself dead. Chorus: Cold blew the blast and down fell the snow, There was no one to shelter him or nowhere to go, No mother to guide him, in the grave she lay low, Out on the cold streets lay poor little Joe. Along came a carriage with a lady inside; She looked at Joe's face and saw that he cried; He followed the carriage, she nodded a smile; She was fondly caressing her 01m darling child. Chorus The life had gone out; the clock had struck one; Along came a policeman whose duty was done; You'd think by the sound of his low, heavy tread, You'd think he was walking the streets of the dead ChorusFunding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation