William Blake

SONGS OF INNOCENCE
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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 & in soot I sleep.
 
 There's little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head,
 That curl'd llke a lamb's 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 & that very night,
 As Tom was a-sleeping, he had such a sight!
 That thousands of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned or Jack.
 Were 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 & set them all free;
 Then down a green plain leaping, laughing, they run,
 And wash in a river. and shine in the Sun.
 
 Then naked & 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 & never want joy.
 
 And so Tom awoke; and we rose in the dark.
 And got with our bags & our brushes to work.
 Tho' the morning was cold, Tom was happy & warm;
 So if all do their duty they need not fear harm.