Chord Req: 'Poor Little Joe'

Subject: Chord Req:"to two old songs
From: GUEST,GUEST
Date: 15 Jan 03 - 07:58 PM

Anybody know the guitar chords to the songs "Poor Little Joe"
and "Christine Leroy" thanks in advance.
                                                                                     Poor Little Joe
While strolling one night, thru New Yorks City's 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

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

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

I looked on this waif and I thought it was odd
Is this poor, ragged urchin forgotten by God
Then I saw by the lamplight that shone on the snow
The pale deadly features of, poor little Joe.
fr.Max Hunter folk song collection.

    Christine Leroy

No brother, I'll never be better
It is useless to tell me so now
This broken heart only is waiting
For a resting place under the sun
I am dreaming today of a bridal
One year ago only tonight
When she stood 'neath th gaslights above her
In her jewels and garments, so white

Jewels shone bright on her tresses
Look back from fair --- brow
And glistened like tins in th gaslight
On fringes that's whitier than snow
When she laid her soft hand on my husband
I knew that he thought me a toy
By th side of th raidant glory
Was the beautiful Christine Leroy

Time passed away and my husband
Grew thoughtless an' careword each day
And I knew that th wiles of a Demon
Had so artfully lured him away
Till at last, one bright evening I found them
My hopes and my life were destroyed
Hand in hand with her head on his shoulder
Set my husband and Christine Leroy

So, brother be kind to your sister
For this poor heart is sadden and faint
At the thought of th wiles of a Demon
In th beautiful form of a saint
When I lie 'neath the snow drifts of winter
Where no sorrow nor thing can destroy
Will you tell them they murdered me, Brother
God, forgive him and Christine Leroy.
fr.Max Hunter folk song collection.

Subject: RE: Chord Req: 'Poor Little Joe'
From: M.Ted
Date: 15 Jan 03 - 09:56 PM

Christine Leroy is just "My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean"--

Poor Little Joe, as sung by Mildred Ivie, and accompanied, I think, on guitar by Max Hunter, is in the key of B, in 6/8 time(three beats per chord):

||B B/ E E/ B B / B F#7/
B B/ E B /B B /F#7 B||

In E, it would be:

||E E/A A/E E/E B7/
E E/A E/E E/B7 E||

Subject: RE: Chord Req: 'Poor Little Joe'
From: Rustic Rebel
Date: 15 Jan 03 - 10:28 PM

Earl Johnson and his clodhoppers did Poor little Joe way back. It was written in the late 1800's. I tried to do a search for you Guest, but only came up with song notations. No chords, but it looks like M. Ted got you covered.
Peace, Rustic

Subject: RE: Chord Req: 'Poor Little Joe'
From: GUEST,ClaireBear
Date: 16 Jan 03 - 11:29 AM

Not that you asked, but my father used to sing a different last verse to "Poor Little Joe," and I like it a trifle better:

A policeman strolled by, with his cold heavy tread
You'd think he was waking the graves of the dead.
He passed by the spot where, down under the snow
With his face turned to Heaven, lay poor little Joe.


Claire

Subject: RE: Chord Req: 'Poor Little Joe'
From: GUEST
Date: 10 Mar 11 - 02:33 PM

Hi my grandfather taught me poor Joe
As a child but the verse he sang to me
Went like this.

"Poor Joe lay on the doorstep
All covered with snow
And the Angels were calling
On poor little Joe"

I don't know if the songs are related
But I would be interested to know if they
are. The song would definitely be pre 1945.

Subject: RE: Chord Req: 'Poor Little Joe'
From: GUEST
Date: 04 Aug 18 - 09:28 PM

Subject: RE: Chord Req: 'Poor Little Joe'
From: GUEST
Date: 04 Aug 18 - 09:37 PM

My Mother used to sing this when I was a child in the early 1930s
When I was out walking through London's great town
I met a poor boy who was singing a song
although he was singing
he wanted for bread
although he was singing
he wished himself dead.
Chorus.
Cold blows the blast
down came the snow
he had nowhere to shelter
and nowhere to go
No mother to guide him
in the grave she lies low
Cast on this wide world
was poor little Joe.

The night it was dreary
the clock had struck one
A policeman was passing his duty was done
said he: what is this as he looked at poor Joe.
For there on the doorstep
the poor boy had died.
With his face turned to Heaven
all covered in snow
the Angels were watching and beckoning to Joe
Chorus.