Jimmie Brown, the Newsboy

I'm very cold and hungry, sir

My clothes are worn and thin

I wander about from place to place

My daily bread I win

But never mind, sir, how I look

Don't swear at me or frown

I sell the morning papers, sir

My name is Jimmie Brown

I sell the morning papers, sir

My name is Jimmie Brown

Most everybody knows

I am the newsboy of the town

My father was a drunkard, sir

I've heard my mother say

But I am helping mother

As I journey on the way

I sell the morning papers, sir

My name is Jimmie Brown

Most everybody knows

I am the newsboy of the town