I sweep your Chimnies clean, O,
Sweep your Chimney clean, O!

The Chimney Sweeper.

With drawling tone, brush under arm,
And bag slung o’er his shoulder:
Behold the sweep the streets alarm,
With Stentor’s voice, and louder.

Buy my Diddle Dumplings, hot! hot!
Diddle, diddle, diddle, Dumplings hot!

The Dumpling Woman.

This woman’s in industry wise,
She lives near Butcher-row;
Each night round Temple-bar she plies,
With Diddle Dumplings, ho!