A Household Book of English Poetry / Selected and Arranged with Notes - Unknown

David Gray.

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.

There’s little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head, 5

That curled like a lamb’s back, was shaved; so I said,

‘Hush, Tom! never mind it, for when your head’s bare,

You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair.’