"George and the Chimney-Sweep." by Adelaid O'Keefe (1776-1855)
"Go, run below, George, in the court,
But go not in the street,
Lest boys with you should make some sport,
Or gipsies you should meet. "
Yet, though forbidden, he went out,
That other boys might spy,
And proudly there he walk'd about,
And thought–"How fine am I!"
But whilst he strutted through the street,
Sweep wiped his clothes with labour vain,
And begg'd him not to cry;
And when he'd blacken'd every stain,
Said, "Little sir, good-bye. "
Poor George, almost as dark as sweep,
And smear'd in dress and face,
Bemoans with sobs, both loud and deep,
His well-deserved disgrace.