When my mother died I was very young, 我母親死的時(shí)候,我還小得很,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue 我父親把我拿出來賣給了別人,
Could scarcely cry 'weep! 'weep! 'weep! 'weep! 我當(dāng)時(shí)還不大喊得清,“掃呀——掃!”
So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep. 我就掃你們煙囪,裹煤屑睡覺。
There's little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head, 有個(gè)小托姆,頭發(fā)卷得像小羊頭,
That curled like a lamb's back, was shaved: so I said, 剃光的時(shí)候,哭得好傷心,好難受,
"Hush, Tom! never mind it, for when your head's bare, 我就說:“小托姆,不要緊,光了腦袋,
You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair." 打起來煤屑就不會糟踏你白頭發(fā)。”
And so he was quiet; and that very night, 他就安安靜靜了,當(dāng)天夜里,
As Tom was a-sleeping, he had such a sight, - 托姆睡著了,事情就來得稀奇,
That thousands of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned, and Jack, 他看見千千萬萬的掃煙囪小孩
Were all of them locked up in coffins of black. 阿貓阿狗全都給鎖進(jìn)了黑棺材。
And by came an angel who had a bright key, 后來來了個(gè)天使,拿了把金鑰匙,
And he opened the coffins and set them all free; 開棺材放出了孩子們(真是好天使?。?br />
Then down a green plain leaping, laughing, they run, 他們就邊跳,邊笑,邊跑過草坪,
And wash in a river, and shine in the sun. 到河里洗了澡,太陽里曬得亮晶晶。
Then naked and white, all their bags left behind, 光光的,白白的,把袋子都拋個(gè)一,
They rise upon clouds and sport in the wind; 他們就升上了云端,在風(fēng)里游戲;
And the angel told Tom, if he'd be a good boy, “只要你做個(gè)好孩子,”天使對托姆說,
He'd have God for his father, and never want joy. “上帝會做你的父親,你永遠(yuǎn)快樂。”
And so Tom awoke; and we rose in the dark, 托姆就醒了;屋子里黑咕隆咚,
And got with our bags and our brushes to work. 我們就起來拿袋子、掃帚去做工。
Though the morning was cold, Tom was happy and warm; 大清早盡管冷,托姆的心里可溫暖;
So if all do their duty they need not fear harm. 這叫做:各盡本分,就不怕災(zāi)難。