Songs of the West. S. (Sabine) Baring-Gould
So now, to end my story,
I wish you all good cheer.
A merry, happy Christmas,
A prosperous New Year.
No 20 THE CHIMNEY SWEEP
C.J.S.
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Oh! sweep chimney, sweep!
You maidens shake off sleep
If you my cry can follow.
I climb the chimney top,
Without ladder without rope;
Aye and there! aye and there! aye and there you shall hear me halloo!
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Arise! maids, arise!
Unseal and rub your eyes.
Arise and do your duty.
I summon yet again
And do not me disdain,
That my call—that my call—that my calling's poor and sooty.
3
Behold! here I stand!
With brush and scrape in hand.
As a soldier that stands on his sentry.
I work for the better sort,
And well they pay me for't.
O I work, O I work, O I work for the best of gentry.
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Oh! sweep chimney, sweep!
The hours onward creep.
As the lark I am alert, I
Clear away, and take
The smut that others make.
O I clean, O I clean, O I clean what others dirty.
No 21 THE SAUCY SAILOR
(For two Voices)
C.J.S.
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He: "Come my fairest, come my dearest Love with me. Come and you shall wed a sailor From the sea." She: Faith I want none of your sailors, I must say. So begone you saucy creature. So begone from me, I pray.
2
"You are ragged, you are dirty,
Smell of tar.
Get you gone to foreign countries,
Hence afar."
He: "If I'm ragged, if I'm dirty, Of tar I smell, Yet there's silver in my pockets, And of gold, a store as well."
3
She: "Now I see the shining silver, See the gold; Down I kneel, and very humbly Hands will fold; Saying O forgive the folly From me fell, Tarry, dirty, ragged sailors, I love more than words can tell."
4
He: "Do not think, you changeful maiden, I am mad. That I'll take you, when there's others To be had. Not the outside coat and waistcoat Make the man. You have lost the chance that offered. Maidens snap—when e'er you can."
No 22 BLUE MUSLIN
(For two Voices)
H.F.S.
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"O will you accept of the mus-e-lin so blue,
To wear all in the morning, and to dabble in the dew?"
"No, I will not accept of the mus-e-lin so blue,
To wear all in the morning, and to dabble in the dew,
Nor I'll walk, nor I'll talk with you."
2
"O will you accept of the pretty silver pin,
To pin your golden hair with the fine mus-e-lin?"
"No, I will not accept of the pretty silver pin,
To pin my golden hair with the fine mus-e-lin.
Nor I'll walk, nor I'll talk with you."
3
"O will you accept of a pair of shoes of cork,
The one is made in London, the other's made in York?"
"No, I will not accept of a pair of shoes of cork,
The one that's made in London, the other's made in York,
Nor I'll walk, nor I'll talk with you."
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"O will you accept of the keys of Canterbury,
That all the bells of England may ring, and make us merry?"
"No, I will not accept of the keys of Canterbury,
That all the bells of England may ring, and make us merry,
Nor I'll walk, nor I'll talk with you."
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"O will you accept of a kiss from loving heart;
That we may join together and never more may part?"
"Yes, I will accept of a kiss from loving heart,
That we may join together and never more may part,
And I'll walk, and I'll talk with you."
"When you might you would not;
Now you will you shall not,
So fare you well, my dark eyed Sue."
The song then turns back in reverse order, with the "shoes of cork" the "Silver pin" and the "blue muslin," always with to each "When you could you would not," &c.
No 23 THE DEATH OF PARKER
C.J.S.
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Ye Powers above protect the Widow,
And with pity look on me!
O help me, help me out of trouble
And out of my calamity.
For by the death of my brave Parker
Fortune to me has prov'd unkind.
Tho' doomed by law his death