American Old Time Song Lyrics: 19 The Poor Little Newsgirl
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 19
THE POOR LITTLE NEWSGIRL.
Copyright, 1882. by Wm. J. McVey.
Only a poor little newsgirl,
With face that is smiling and bright;
Up at the gray of the morning.
And toiling 'till far in the night.
Blithely her papers she's calling:
The Telegram, Journal, and News,
"Help me. for mother is dying!
Oh, please buy one, do not refuse!"
Chorus.
Only a poor little newsgirl,
Who wanders all day through the street;
Calling her papers so blithely,
With voice that is pleading and sweet.
Only a poor little newsgirl.
Who wanders along 'mid the crowd;
Wildly the snowflakes are falling.
And wrapping the streets in a shroud!
Hark to the voice that is pleading:
"My mother is starving at home,
Please buy a paper to help me.
From morning till night do I roam. " -Chorus.
Only a poor little newsgirl,
I With face that is pallid and cold!
Clasping her papers so tightly,
When rays of the morning unfold;
Hurries the crowd thro' the city,
With never a thought of the dead;
Pity the poor little newsgirl,
Who sleeps in her soft icy bed.-Chorus