Jimmy Brown the Newsboy
1. You will hear me yelling "Morning Star" as I
2. Never mind, sir, how I look, Don't
3. Mother always tells me sir, I've
run along the street; I have no hat upon my head, No
look at me and frown; I sell the morning papers sir, My
nothin' in the world to lose; I'll get aplace in Heaven sir, To
shoes upon my feet. I'm awful cold and hungry sir, My
name is Jimmie Brown. My father was a drunkard sir, I've
sell the Gospel News. So, never mind, sir how I look, Don't
clothes are torn and thin; I wander about from
heard my mother say; And I am helping
look at me and frown; I sell the morning
place to place, my daily bread to win,
mother, sir, as I journey on my way.
papers, sir, my name is Jimmie Brown.
I sell the morning papers, sir, My name is Jimmie Brown; Most
every-body knows I am the Newsboy of the town.