5.Jimmy Brown The Newsboy
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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