| 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! |