SI-ChimneySweeper1;   E10|        When my mother died I was very young,
SI-ChimneySweeper2;   E10|        And my father sold me while yet my tongue,
SI-ChimneySweeper3;   E10|        Could scarcely cry weep weep weep weep.   ^t10
SI-ChimneySweeper4;   E10|        So your Chimneys I sweep & in soot I sleep.

 
SI-ChimneySweeper5;   E10|        Theres little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head
SI-ChimneySweeper6;   E10|        That curl'd like a lambs back, was shav'd, so I said.
SI-ChimneySweeper7;   E10|        Hush Tom never mind it, for when your head's bare,
SI-ChimneySweeper8;   E10|        You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair.

 
SI-ChimneySweeper9;   E10|        And so he was quiet, & that very night,
SI-ChimneySweeper10; E10|        As Tom was a sleeping he had such a sight,
SI-ChimneySweeper11; E10|        That thousands of sweepers Dick, Joe, Ned & Jack
SI-ChimneySweeper12; E10|        Were all of them lockd up in coffins of black,

 
SI-ChimneySweeper13; E10|        And by came an Angel who had a bright key,
SI-ChimneySweeper14; E10|        And he open'd the coffins & set them all free.
SI-ChimneySweeper15; E10|        Then down a green plain leaping laughing they run
SI-ChimneySweeper16; E10|        And wash in a river and shine in the Sun.

 
SI-ChimneySweeper17; E10|        Then naked & white, all their bags left behind,
SI-ChimneySweeper18; E10|        They rise upon clouds, and sport in the wind.
SI-ChimneySweeper19; E10|        And the Angel told Tom if he'd be a good boy,
SI-ChimneySweeper20; E10|        He'd have God for his father & never want joy.

 
SI-ChimneySweeper21; E10|        And so Tom awoke and we rose in the dark
SI-ChimneySweeper22; E10|        And got with our bags & our brushes to work.
SI-ChimneySweeper23; E10|        Tho' the morning was cold, Tom was happy & warm,
SI-ChimneySweeper24; E10|        So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm.