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. The Lives of the Most Eminent British Painters, Sculptors, and Architects - Page 148 by Allan Cunningham - 1830 Full view -
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