This is an old thread, but someone may look at it sometime.

From page 205 the "Universal Songser" volume 1, book published 1825, and this copy kept at the University of Iowa;

THE CHIMNEY-SWEEPER.

THOUGH late and early I do pad,
   A bawling sweep, soot, ho!
Yet still I am as blithe a lad
   As e'er you'd wish to know:
And when the ladies fine
   I hear cry--take care of the sweep,
Ladies, said I, you need not fear,
   But I'm for them too deep:
      For I gives them a smut
      Off my bag full of soot,
They cry, curse you, mind how you go;
      Dear me, ma'am, says I,
      It was just brushing by,
And I'm off with my--sweep, soot, ho, &c.

And when, disguis'd, I meet the devil,
   I love to have some fun;
A lawyer I mean, the greatest evil
   That thrives beneath the sun;
For sure we both, beyond all doubt,
   Are to the devil a-kin,
The difference is, I'm black without,
   The lawyer black within;
      I gives him a smut
      Off my bag full of soot;
He cries, d--' me, mind how you go;
      Sir, says I, pray
      Do keep out of the way,
And I'm off with my--sweep, soot, ho, &c.

Your flashy folks, drest fine and gay,
   As through the streets I go,
All in an instant clear the way
   At the sound of sweep, soot, ho;
And thus I gammon all the folks,
   I care not, great or small;
I laughs, I sings, I cracks my jokes,
   And something says to all;
      For I gives 'em a smut
      Off my bag full of soot;
They cry, prithee mind how you go;
      O dear, sir, says I,
      It was just brushing by,
And I'm off with my--sweep, soot, ho, &c.