Sweep And Sweep And Sweep The Floor, Sweep The Dust, Pick Up The Pin; Make It Clean From Fire To Door, Clean For Father To Come In! Mother Said That God Goes Sweeping, Looking, Sweeping With A Broom, All The Time That We Are Sleeping, For A Shilling In The Room: Did He Drop It Out Of Glory, Walking Far Above The Birds? Or Did Parson Make The Story For The Thinking Afterwards? If I Were The Swept-For Shilling I Would Hearken Through The Gloom; Roll Out Fast, And Fall Down Willing Right Before The Sweeping Broom!