I’m looking black from head to toe

up and down i climb so slow

i slip some times no grip to my feet

dirty black soot for me no treat

in days of old my job was clear

Chimney sweep you see my dear

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My masters name i never knew

only sir indeed would do, no other but sir its true

no food to eat just bread and brine

work the chimneys all the time

my master would shout up chimney stack

hurry lad don’t be slack

ill light a fire to burn your feet

working for me a real treat

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Stone me lad work i say

up the chimney on your way

on you go your mine to keep

because my lad your a chimney sweep