Jimmy Brown The Newsboy

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    I'm very cold and hungry, sir, my clothes are worn and thin, 
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    I wonder about some place to place my daily bread I win. 

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    But never mind, sir, how I look, don't swear at me or frown, 
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    I sell the morning papers, sir, my name is Jimmy Brown 

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    I sell the morning papers, sir, my name is Jimmy Brown, 
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    most everybody knows I am the newsboy of the town. 

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    My father was a drunkard, sir, I've heard my mother say, 
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    but I am helping mother as I journey on the way. 

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    I sell the morning papers, sir, my name is Jimmy Brown, 
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    most everybody knows I am the newsboy of the town.