Asking why Joe wanders out no more?
Speak to him kindly and often of Joe
Will they gather the crumbs around our door?
But in heaven no larger I grow
Show him my coat, mother, so he'll not forget
I know he will mourn for me too
His master then will be dead
His hand trembled over my hair
Pat him on his brown shaggy head
And any kind angel will open the gate
And any kind angel will open the gate
I've seen tears come in his honest eyes
The fairest, fairest broom on the tree
As he gazed on my cheeks growing paler everyday
Keep him in old and unless he grows
Will he give you a rose he has tended with care?
But he said it was the wind that brought 'em there
What will the birds do, mother, in the spring?
Sleeping all along summer through
As he did before I went away?
Keep Tag, mother, my poor little dog
And you, mother dear, may you miss me for a while?
Will they fly from the trees and tap at my window
Will he stop from his frolic for a day?
What will the kitten do, mother, all alone?
When you ask for your darling Little Joe
Will he lie on the rug by the side of my bed
