Mary Brown

I sell the morning paper, sir My name is Mary Brown Everybody knows I'm the news girl of the town You hear me yelling Morning Star as I run along the street I have no hat upon my head No shoes upon my feet I have no hat upon my head No shoes upon my feet I'm awful cold and hungry, sir My clothes are torn and thin I run around from place to place My daily bread to win Never mind, sir how I look Don't look at me and frown I sell the morning paper, sir My name is Mary Brown I sell the morning paper, sir My name is Mary Brown My father died a drunkard, sir I heard my mother say So now I'm helping mother as I journey on my way Never mind sir, how I look Don't look at me and frown I sell the morning paper, sir My name is Mary Brown I sell the morning paper, sir My name is Mary Brown Mother always tells me, sir There'll come a judgment day And I'm helping mother as I journey on my way So never mind, sir how I look Don't look at me and frown I sell the morning paper, sir My name is Mary Brown Though my clothes are shabby, sir I have no pretty shoes There's a place in heaven, sir To sell the gospel news So lend a hand to fellow man And fill the world with love And God will find your glory in His kingdom up above God will find your glory in His kingdom up above I sell the morning paper, sir My name is Mary Brown Everybody knows I'm the news girl of the town You hear me yelling Morning Star as I run along the street