The Goblin Sweeper - An adaptation of the Chimney Sweeper by William Blake

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Another little adaptation here. This ones a mixture from the Songs of Innocence and Songs of Experiance versions. Again I do not own either. Ta rah!

When wished away I was very young
And my father sold me while my tongue
Could scarcely cry "weep! weep! weep! weep!"
So your Labyrinth I sweep, and in dirt I sleep.

Because I was happy in my former home,
I played freely upon the winter's heath,
But in this castle I am lost and alone
Since they clothed me in the clothes of death.

And because I am merry and dance and sing,
They think they have done me no injury
And are gone to praise their Lord and their King,
Who makes up a heaven of our misery.