When my mother died I was very young,

我妈死去的时候我还很小，

And my father sold me while yet my tongue

我爸卖了我，那时我的小嘴

Could scarcely cry " 'weep! 'weep! 'weep! 'weep!"

还叫不出“扫，扫，扫，扫”，

So your chimneys I sweep & in soot I sleep.

于是你的烟囱我扫，烟灰里我睡。

There's little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head

有个小汤姆长着羊毛般的鬈发，

That curled like a lamb's back, was shaved, so I said,

剃光头时他哭得伤心，我就对他说：

"Hush, Tom! never mind it, for when your head's bare,

“嘘，别介意，汤姆，光着头就知道

You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair."

烟灰糟蹋不了你淡色的头发啦。”

And so he was quiet, & that very night,

他安静了下来。就在那天夜里，

As Tom was a-sleeping he had such a sight!

汤姆在梦中见到这样的景象：

That thousands of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned, & Jack,

扫烟囱的孩子迪克、乔、小凯……

Were all of them locked up in coffins of black;

千万个全被关进黑洞洞的棺材。

And by came an Angel who had a bright key,

后来，来了个带着亮钥匙的天使，

And he opened the coffins & set them all free;

他打开棺材，让他们自由地离去，

Then down a green plain, leaping, laughing they run,

他们穿过原野，跳呀，笑呀，

And wash in a river and shine in the Sun.

在清清河水中洗澡，在阳光中沐浴。

再光着白净的身子，扔了烟灰袋，

Then naked & white, all their bags left behind,

升上云端，在风中追逐游戏；

They rise upon clouds, and sport in the wind.

天使告诉汤姆，只要是好孩子，

And the Angel told Tom, if he'd be a good boy,

就会有上帝做父亲，再不缺欢娱。

He'd have God for his father & never want joy.

汤姆醒了，我们在黑暗中起身，

And so Tom awoke; and we rose in the dark

背着烟灰袋，拿起扫帚去干活。

And got with our bags & our brushes to work.

早晨虽冷，汤姆却又暖和又愉快，

Though the morning was cold, Tom was happy & warm;

所以尽本分了，就不必怕受到伤害。

So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm.