Hey little chimney sweep,
your face is wet with sadness.
Who left you out in the cold?
Hey little chimney sweep,
aren't your daddy and mommy here?
They sit in the church
and kneel for prayer.
Because I was quite happy
even though we were not wealthy
and the icy cold could not harm me,
they dressed me in black clothes of the dead
and taught me the song of wrong.
And because I am happy
and I always sing while working
they thought that they committed no injustice.
Praise God and the minister
and the king in every church,
who are also so clever
in justifying things,
who also being so handy in justifying things...