When my mother died I was very young,

我妈妈死时我年纪很小，

And my father sold me while yet my tongue

爸爸就把我送去卖掉；

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

我连叫一声“哭啊，哭啊”也不会，

So your chimneys I sweep & in soot I sleep.

你家烟囱我来扫，煤屑堆里我来睡。

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

有个小汤姆·代克头发卷曲像羊毛，

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

一剃头就要哭个哇哇叫；

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

我说：“汤姆，你别哭，不要紧，头一光，

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

煤屑就不会再把你的白发弄脏。”

And so he was quiet, & that very night,

汤姆安静了，就在当天夜间，

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

他睡着梦见奇迹出现；

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

阿狗阿猫上万个扫烟囱的小孩

Were all of them locked up in coffins of black;

都给锁进了黑漆漆的棺材。

And by came an Angel who had a bright key,

天使来了，手里的钥匙亮晃晃，

And he opened the coffins & set them all free;

他打开棺材，让他们个个解放;

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

他们奔下绿原，又跳又笑，

And wash in a river and shine in the Sun.

下河洗澡，在阳光里闪耀。

Then naked & white, all their bags left behind,

赤裸的身子雪白，他们把袋子丢下，

They rise upon clouds, and sport in the wind.

他们升上云端，在风里玩耍；

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

天使告诉汤姆，要是他乖乖听话，

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

他就会一生快活，上帝做他爸爸。

And so Tom awoke; and we rose in the dark

汤姆醒来，我们就摸黑起床，

And got with our bags & our brushes to work.

带着袋子刷子把工上；

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

早晨虽冷，汤姆又快乐又暖和：

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

大家都尽本分就不怕灾祸。