William Blake - The Chimney Sweeper (Innocence)

William Blake - The Chimney Sweeper (Innocence)

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


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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