A Clean Sweep - The Men That Will Not Be Blamed For Nothing

Oh dear, what a to-do

The orphan child is stuck in the flue

We’ve pushed him and pulled him but all with no luck

He’s well and truly stuck

The sweep said «Oh not again

I must be overfeeding them

We’ll just light a fire to drive him up higher

He’ll soon wriggle free when he’s hot»

Oh dear, the room’s full of smoke

Open the window before we all choke

He hasn’t moved, but something’s improved

His screaming and sobbing has stopped

The sweep looked up the chimney

Little charred legs was all he could see

«I know how to fix this, get another apprentice

Go up and drag the dead one free»

I need

A clean sweep

So they sent to the workhouse for another small child

The parish obliged, all handshakes and smiles

He pulled out the dead one, went back up to sweep

He hasn’t been seen for a week

Clean sweep

Clean sweep

Clean sweep

Clean sweep

Clean sweep

Clean sweep

Clean sweep

Clean sweep