American Old Time Song Lyrics: 47 The Newsboy Of The Town

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 47

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Copyright, 1895, by Stephen J. Mooney.
Composed by Stephen J. Mooney. |

The lad who sells our papers, oh, what a world is he;
Up with the lark and hustling, his mind entirely free;
He uses "pretty" language-he tries to down all care
By calling out his "Extras." in the glorious open air.

Here, there, yes, everywhere, this newsboy may be found;
On street cars, in theatres, and every place around;
Be is a king among his class, but does not wear a crown.
Be only sells our papers, this newsboy of the town.

He's very quick in answer, he knows the latest slang;
With flats he is a dandy, and "gets there" with a bang;
It's "Now I'm off. "say, fellars, I've got his nobs right dar;
Be runs to sell his papers on a passing down-town car.- Chorus.

At home he is quite gentle, and is his mother's boy,
Maybe her sole protector, her guardian and her joy;
If he's bad luck, it's "kisses," but often there's a frown;
He has no "cinch" by any means, this newsboy of the town.- Chorus.
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