The Chimney Sweeper　　扫烟囱的小男孩　　William Blake　　威廉 布莱克　　When my mother died I was very young,　　我母亲死的时候，我还小，　　And my father sold me while yet my tongue　　我父亲把我卖给了别人，　　Could scarcely cry "weep!

weep!

weep!

weep!

　　我当时还不太喊得清”扫呀，扫呀”，　　So your chimney I sweep, in soot I sleep.

　　就这样白天扫你们的烟囱，晚上在烟灰里睡觉。

　　There's little Tom Dacre who cried when his head　　有个小汤姆，头发卷得像羊毛，　　That curl'd like a lamb's back, was shav'd, so I said,　　剃光的时候，哭得好伤心，好难受，　　"Hush, Tom!

never mind it, for when our head's bare,　　我就说：小汤姆，别哭，光了头，　　You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair.

"　　烟灰就不会糟蹋你的头发了。

”　　And so he was quiet, that very night,　　他平静了下来，当天夜里，　　As Tom was a-sleeping he had such a sight!

　　汤姆睡着了，梦见了这样的景象，　　That thousands of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned, Jack,　　迪克、乔、南德、杰克等千千万万个扫烟菌小孩　　Were all of them lock'd up in coffins of black;　　统统被锁进了黑棺材。

　　And by came an angel who had a bright key,　　后来来了个天使，拿了把金钥匙，　　And he open Jd the coffins set them all free;　　他打开棺材放出了孩子们，　　Then down a green plain, leaping, laughing they run　　他们又跳又笑地来到了草地上，　　And wash in a river, and shine in the sun;　　洗浴于河水，晾晒于阳光。

　　Then naked white, all their bags left behind,　　把工具袋丢下，赤条条的，白白的，　　They rise upon clouds, and sport in the wind,　　他们升到云端，在风中嬉戏;　　And the angel told Tom, if he'd be a good boy,　　只要你做个好孩子，”天使对汤姆说，　　He'd have God for his father, and never want joy.

　　上帝会做你的父亲，永不缺少欢喜　　And so Tom awoke; and we rose in the dark,　　汤姆于是梦醒，我们在黑暗中起床，　　Andgotwithourbags ourbrushestowork.

　　拿起工具袋和刷子去干活。

　　Tho‘ the morning was cold, Tom was happy warm;　　晨风虽冷，汤姆自感心欢温暖;　　So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm.

　　如果所有人都恪尽职守，就不怕灾难。

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