JIMMIE BROWN THE NEWSBOY

I sell the morning paper, sir, my name is Jimmie Brown,
And everybody knows I am the newsboy of the town;
You can hear me yelling "Morning Star" as I run along the street,
I've got no hat upon my head, no shoes upon my feet.

I'm awful cold and hungry, sir, my clothes are worn and thin,
I wander bout from place to place my daily bread to win;
Never mind, sir, how I look don't look at me and frown,
I sell the morning paper, sir, my name is Jimmie Brown.

My father died a drunkard, sir, I've heard my mother say,
And I am helping mother as I journey on my way;
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 paper, sir, my name is Jimmie Brown;
You can hear me yelling "Morning Star" as I run along the street,
I've got no hat upon my head no shoes upon my feet.

"Jimmie Brown, the Newsboy"(A.P. Carter, Peer International)

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