thou'dst have made me sore afraid.
Sir, a Chimney Sweeper I do profess,
although my trade's but mean,
It is for to sweep all dirty holes,
and to keep foul chimneys clean:
Then go to Hell, where the Devil doth dwell,
and he will give thee a piece,
God a mercy, old Dog, when I sheer my hog
then thou shalt have the fleece.