Old Joe Smoke

Old Joe Smoke is a friend of mine He lives on Bleaker hill Old Joe Smoke never took a bath And they say He never will!
Fare thee well, Old Joe Smoke Fare thee well, I say Fare thee well, Old Joe Smoke I’ll see you on your way
Old Joe Smoke, he lost a bet He lost his winter coat When winter comes, Joe stays warm By sleeping 'mongst the goats.
Fare thee well, Old Jo Smoke Fare thee well, I say Fare thee well, Old Joe Smoke I'll see you on your way.
Old Joe Smoke, he lives with goats That's what I’ve heard tell He hasn’t changed his socks for years But the goats don't mind the smell!
Fare thee well, Old Joe Smoke Fare thee well, I say Fare thee well, Old Joe Smoke I’ll see you on your way
Old Joe Smoke is a fighting man I’ve heard common talk That Old Joe Smoke, he cuts his hair With a carving knife and fork!
Fare thee well, Old Joe Smoke Fare thee well, I say Fare thee well, Old Joe Smoke I’ll see you on your way

---

Old Joe Smoke is an Araluen folk song.