Whose pleasaunce oft will downward fly,
And sparkle in his broad, bold eye;
A merry truth which ye, who’d know,
Go watch him, while he sings, “dust ho!”
Old brawny songster! ’tis to me
A marvel and a mystery,
The jovial and Stentorian gusto
With which thou daily callest “dust ho!”
How useful art thou, making clean
The dwellings both of rich and mean,