"Clean your doorstep, Marm?"
"Oh, stay," the girl said, "while I see,
As I takes up the toast and tea;
And if your charge is not too high"—
"A tanner's all," the poor boy's cry,
"To clean your doorstep, Marm?"
He set to work with all his might,
But suddenly went out of sight;—
Half-buried in the coals was found
The youth who sang that piteous sound,