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1

Oh! sweep chimney, sweep!

You maidens shake off sleep

If you my cry can follow.

I climb the chimney top,

Without ladder without rope;

Aye and there! aye and there! aye and there you shall hear me halloo!

2

Arise! maids, arise!

Unseal and rub your eyes.

Arise and do your duty.

I summon yet again

And do not me disdain,

That my call—that my call—that my calling's poor and sooty.

3

Behold! here I stand!

With brush and scrape in hand.

As a soldier that stands on his sentry.

I work for the better sort,

And well they pay me for't.

O I work, O I work, O I work for the best of gentry.

4

Oh! sweep chimney, sweep!

The hours onward creep.

As the lark I am alert, I

Clear away, and take

The smut that others make.

O I clean, O I clean, O I clean what others dirty.