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Sweeping the Floor

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!