CHIMNEY-SWEEP JACK.

| Shake hands with Sweepy, my sweet
little Miss,
Or perhaps you would like a nice sooty
kiss.
“Sweep, oh! Sweep, oh!”

Oh, no! cried Miss Alice, I’d much
rather not ;
Why, you are as black as my mother’s
old pot. |
“Sweep, oh! Sweep, oh!”

Well, Miss, I cannot help that you see,
If you had to go up the chimnies like me.
“ Sweep, oh! Sweep, oh!”
Your fair white skin might grow coarse
and black,
But don’t be afraid of Chimney-Sweep |
Jack.
“ Sweep, oh! Sweep, oh!”