Sweep, sweep,
Chimney sweep,
From the bottom to the top,
Sweep all up,
Chimney sweep,
From the bottom to the top.

Climb by rope,
Or climb by ladder,
Without either,
I'll climb farther.

One misty, moisty morning,
When cloudy was the weather,
I chanced to meet an old man clothed all in leather.
He began to compliment, and I began to grin,
How do you do, and how do you do?
And how do you do again?


In April's sweet month,
When the leaves 'gin to spring,
Little lambs skip like fairies
And birds build and sing.


There was an old woman tost up in a blanket,
Seventy times as high as the moon,
What she did there, I cannot tell you,