典范英语8 09黑夜挣扎.ppt

The Chimney Sweeper 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. Theres little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head, That curled like a lambs back, was shaved: so I said, Hush, Tom! never mind it, for when your heads bare, You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair. And so he was quiet; and that very night, As Tom was a-sleeping, he had such a sight, - That thousands of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned, and Jack, Were all of them locked up in coffins of black. And by