Cold blew the blast and down came the snow
The poor little fellow had no place to go..
No mother to guide him in her grave she lie'd low
Cast on the cold world was poor little Joe.

A carriage passed by with a lady inside
She looked at Josephius and saw that he cried
She looked at Josephius and not even smiled
But fondly caressed her own darling child.

My dad was born in Massey Ont. in 1898 and I in Vancouver B.C. in 1943. He used to sit us kids on his knee and sing this song and we'd cry and say "sing it again Daddy". My name is Doug, but Mom & Dad always called me Joe
Doug Flesher