I sell the morning papers sir, My name is jimmy brown Everybody knows that I|'m a newsboy of the town 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 Never mind sir how I look Don't look at me and frown I sell the morning papers sir My name is jimmy brown I'm awful cold and hungry sir My clothes are torn and thin I wander 'bout from place to place My daily bread to win My father died a drunkard sir I've heard my mother say I'm helping mother sir As i journey on my way My mother always tells me sir There's nothing in the world to lose I'll get a place in heaven sir To sell the gospel news
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