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The Chimney Sweeper
When my mother died I was very young,And my father sold me while yet my tongue,Could scarcely cry weep weep weep weep.So your chimneys I sweep amp; in soot I sleep.Theres little Tom Dacre, who cried when his headThat curi'd like a lambs back, was shav'd, so I said,Hush Tom never mind it, for when your head's bare,You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair.And so he was quiet, amp; that very night,As Tom was a sleeping he had such a sight,That thousands of sweepers Dick, Joe, Ned amp; JackWere all of them lock'd up in coffins of black,And by came an Angel who had a bright key,And he open'd the coffins amp; set them all free.Then down a green plain leaping laughing they runAnd wash in a river and shine in the Sun.Then naked amp; white, all their bags left behind,They rise upon clouds, and sport in the wind.And the Angel told Tom, if he'd be a good boy,He'd have God for his father amp; never want joy.And so Tom awoke and we rose in the darkAnd got with our bags amp; our brushes to work.Tho' the morning was cold, Tom was happy amp; warm.So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm.