tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4683970826895755480.post3110863531557869587..comments2024-03-28T17:44:11.289+00:00Comments on Bruce Charlton's Notions: Sweep, chimney sweep by Steeleye Span -1977Bruce Charltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09615189090601688535noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4683970826895755480.post-88759658461533970962021-12-13T11:57:23.146+00:002021-12-13T11:57:23.146+00:00@Karl - Another things about the boy sweeps. I don...@Karl - Another things about the boy sweeps. I don't think anybody pretended that using children thus was a Good Thing, or actively wanted it for their own children. Compare with nowadays when far greater numbers - and growing - of children are being mutilated and hormonally poisoned under pretext of the trans agenda - praised, cheered-on and supported by government, media and 'health' professionals - and sometimes even by the unfortunate childrens' parents. Bruce Charltonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09615189090601688535noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4683970826895755480.post-15358682153314688462021-12-13T07:06:24.931+00:002021-12-13T07:06:24.931+00:00@Karl - And one of the most beautiful of lyrics, f...@Karl - And one of the most beautiful of lyrics, from Shakespeare:<br /><br />Fear no more the heat o’ the sun,<br />Nor the furious winter’s rages;<br />Thou thy worldly task hast done,<br />Home art gone, and ta’en thy wages:<br />Golden lads and girls all must,<br />As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.Bruce Charltonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09615189090601688535noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4683970826895755480.post-10560033771058339502021-12-13T00:16:58.889+00:002021-12-13T00:16:58.889+00:00As proud and happy as the chimney sweeps in the Ma...As proud and happy as the chimney sweeps in the Mary Poppins movie.<br /><br />But the little boys the master sweeps sent to crawl through the narrow places had a bad time of it. Blake wrote two poems called The Chimney Sweeper. <br /><br />When my mother died I was very young,<br />And my father sold me while yet my tongue<br />Could scarcely cry "weep! weep! weep! weep!"<br />So your chimneys I sweep & in soot I sleep.<br />Karlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06030980000235824571noreply@blogger.com