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Christina Rossetti
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PoemEnglish
The Chimney-Sweeper — When my mother died I was very young
by William Blake
A complete poem from Songs of Innocence and of Experience. Original wording and verse line breaks are preserved.
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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.’
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