The Chimney Sweeper (Blake)

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Songs of Innocence by William Blake, 1789 / Песни невинности Уильяма Блейка, 1789

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Songs of Experience by William Blake, 1794 / Песни опыта Уильяма Блейка, 1794

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Songs of Innocence by William Blake 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. t So your chimneys I sweep & in soot I sleep, 5 Theres little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head That curl'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, & that very night, 10 As Tom was a sleeping he had such a sight, That thousands of sweepers Dick, Joe, Ned & 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. 15 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, 20 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. Songs of Experience by William Blake THE Chimney Sweeper A little black thing among the snow: Crying weep, weep, in notes of woe! Where are thy father & mother? say? They are both gone up to the church to pray.   5 Because I was happy upon the heath, And smil'd among the winter's snow: They clothed me in the clothes of death, And taught me to sing the notes of woe. And because I am happy, & dance & sing, 10 They think they have done me no injury: And are gone to praise God & his Priest & King Who make up a heaven of our misery.