The Poor Little Newsgirl - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
THE POOR LITTLE NEWSGIRL. Copyright, 1882. by Wm. J. McVey. 
Only a poor little newsgirl, With face that is smiling and bright; Up at the gray of the morning. And toiling 'till far in the night. Blithely her papers she's calling: The Telegram, Journal, and News, "Help me. for mother is dying! Oh, please buy one, do not refuse!" 
Chorus. Only a poor little newsgirl, Who wanders all day through the street; Calling her papers so blithely, With voice that is pleading and sweet. 
Only a poor little newsgirl. Who wanders along 'mid the crowd; Wildly the snowflakes are falling. And wrapping the streets in a shroud! Hark to the voice that is pleading: "My mother is starving at home, Please buy a paper to help me. From morning till night do I roam. " -Chorus. 
Only a poor little newsgirl, I With face that is pallid and cold! Clasping her papers so tightly, When rays of the morning unfold; Hurries the crowd thro' the city, With never a thought of the dead; Pity the poor little newsgirl, Who sleeps in her soft icy bed.-Chorus