Jimmie Brown, the newsboy

You will hear me yelling, Morning Star
As I run along the street
I have no hat upon my head
No shoes upon my feet
I'm awful cold and hungry sir
My clothes are torn and thin
I wonder about from place to place
My daily bread to win



    I sell the morning papers sir
    My name is Jimmie Brown
    Most everybody knows I am
    The newsboy of the town



Never mind, sir, how I look
Don't look at me and frown
I sell the morning papers sir
My name is Jimmie Brown
My father was a drunkard sir
I've heard my mother say
And I am helping mother sir
As I journey on my way



  * Refrain



My mother always tells me sir
I've nothing in the world to lose
I'll get a place in heaven sir
To sell the Gospel News
So never mind sir how I look
Don't look at me and frown
I sell the morning papers sir
My name is Jimmie Brown



  * Refrain