The chimney sweeper - A little black thing among the snow

Because I was happy upon the heath,
And smil d among the winter s snow,
They clothed me in the clothes of death,
And taught me to sing the notes of woe.

And because I am happy and dance and sing,
They think they have done me no injury,
And are gone to praise God and his Priest and King,
Who make up a heaven of our misery.'