Barbara Ray - Mary Brown Lyrics

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