Little Tim - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
LITTLE TIM. Copyright, 1894, by H. W. Petrie. Words by Harry C. Clyde. Music by H. W. Petrie. 
I shall lead you, in my fancy, Not where rank and riches awe, But to a home where want holds fearful sway, To an humble little cottage, Where upon a bed of straw, The little hero's sickly mother lay. He had kissed her dear white forehead, He had softly paid "good bye," And bravely started out the "News" to sell; Just a lad of scarce eleven, With a manly, honest eye, But his young heart a world of care could tell. 
Chorus. Poor little Tim, dark days for him, no happy times like other boys see: Poor little Tim, hope looked so dim, but golden summer's dawn was soon to be, 
Then in mingling with the people On the busy, crowded street, He saw a package to the sidewalk drop; By the owner 'twas unnoticed, And lay there at his feet, Bright greenbacks showing thro' the broken top; Then there rose before Tim's vision A poor mother's starving face, A struggle 'twixt the right and wrong began; But next moment be was Speeding At an honest, eager pace, And handed back those greenbacks to the man -Chorus. 
When the banker took his bundle, He at Tim looked with surprise, And said. "My boy, pray tell to me your name; I've a sister roaming somewhere, Who once had your very eyes, For years to find her. lad, has been my aim." Then he followed poor Tim homeward, And there dawned a happy day. He found the sister he had mourned so long; And tho' once in time of anger He had driven her away, Bright years for both have since wiped out the wrong.- Cho.