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 Jimmy Brown
I sell the morning papers, sir
My name is Jimmy 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 out
By journeying on the way
I sell the morning papers, sir
My name is Jimmy Brown
Most everybody knows
I am the newsboy of the town