Sweep Chimney Sweep Sweep Chimney sweep is the common cry I keep, If you can but rightly understand me. (repeat) With my brush, broom and my rake, with my brush, broom and my rake, See what cleanly work I make, With my hoe, hoe, hoe and my hoe And it's sweep, chimney sweep for me. Girls came unto the door I look as black as any Moor, I'm as constant and true as the day (repeat) Although my face is black, although my face is black, I can give as good a smack, And there's no one, no one, no one there's no one And there's no one shall call me on hire. Girls came unto the door I look as black as any Moor, Go and fetch me some beer that I might swallow (repeat) I can climb up to the top, I can climb up to the top, Without a ladder or a rope, And it's there you, there you, there you and there you, And it's there you will hear me halloa. Now here I do stand with my hoe all in my hand Like a soldier that's on the sentery (repeat) I will work for a better sort, I will work for a better sort And kindly thank them for it. I will work, work, work and I'll work And I'll work for none but gentery. WH oct99
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