Jimmie Brown, The Newsboy

I sell the morning papers sir, my name is
Jimmy Brown
Everybody knows that
Im the newsboy of the town
You can hear me yellin, ‽
Morning Star”, runnin along the street
Got no hat upon my head, no shoes upon my feet
Never mind sir how
I look, dont look at me and frown
Sell the morning papers sir, my name is
Jimmy Brown
Im awful cold and hungry sir my clothes is mighty thin
Wander bout from place to place, my daily bread to win
My father died a drunkard sir,
Ive heard my mother say
I am helpin mother sir as
I journey on my way
My mother always tells me sir,
Ive nothing in the world to lose
Ill get a place in heaven sir to sell the
Gospel News
I sell the morning papers sir