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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

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