23/04/2024
On Saint George's Day, when spring is bright,
Chimney sweeps come, in morning light.
With brushes in hand and faces all gleam,
They dance through the streets as if in a dream.
In honor of George, the dragon slayer bold,
They sweep away soot, both new and old.
With laughter and songs that echo far,
Their spirits as bright as the morning star.
"Here's to Saint George," they joyfully call,
As they twirl their brushes, both big and small.
Through towns and cities, with soot-stained gear,
They celebrate this day, year after year.
For on this day, when the dragon fell,
The sweeps have their own brave tales to tell.
Of battles with soot in the heart of the flue,
A fight they'll win, with courage true.
So here's to the sweeps, in their dusty array,
Bringing light and warmth in their own special way.
On Saint George's Day, let their laughter ring,
For they conquer the chimneys, each spring.
Let's raise our voices, join their merry tune,
For the sweeps will have all the chimneys clean soon.
In tribute to George, and his dragon fight,
We celebrate the sweeps, our heroes in sight.
