I’m very cold and hungry sir, my clothes are worn and thin I wander on from place to place, my daily bread to win But never mind sir how I look, don’t sneer at me or frown I’m selling papers for I am the newsboy, Jimmie Brown 
Chorus I sell the morning papers sir, my name is Jimmie Brown Most everybody knows I am the poor boy of the town 
My father died a drunkard sir, I’ve heard mother say Before he died, how oft for him I’ve heard her weep and pray But I am helping mother now, I journey up and down To sell my papers, for I am the newsboy, Jimmie Brown 
My mother tells me every night to kneel with her and pray She says if I’ve an honest heart I’ll be all right some day And when she’s gone to heaven sir, to wear a starry crown She’ll wait up there to welcome home the newsboy of the town 
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