Sweeping the Floor. Cottage Songs

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!