the chimney sweeper

• üç kıtalık olanı songs of experience'ta yer alanıdır. ama siz onu boşverin, çünkü asıl güzel olanı 6 kıtalık olup songs of innocence'ta yer alanıdır:
  
  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, and in soot i sleep.
  
  there's little tom dacre, who cried when his head,
  that curled like a lamb's back, was shaved: 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; and that very night,
  as tom was a-sleeping, he had such a sight, -
  that thousands of sweepers, dick, joe, ned, and jack,
  were all of them locked up in coffins of black.
  
  and by came an angel who had a bright key,
  and he opened the coffins and 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 and 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, and never want joy.
  
  and so tom awoke; and we rose in the dark,
  and got with our bags and our brushes to work.
  though the morning was cold, tom was happy and warm;
  so if all do their duty they need not fear harm.