Till I throw down my broom in disgust.
Stairs, and chapel, and halls,
Halls, and chapel, and stairs—
Till my drowsy head on my shoulder falls,
And sleep brings release from my cares."
"From the very first crack of the gong,
From the earliest gleam of daylight,
Day after day and all day long,
Far into the weary night,
It's sweep, sweep, sweep,