[Picture: The Dustman]
Bring out your dust, the dustman cries,
Whilst ringing of his bell:
If the wind blows, pray guard your eyes,
To keep them clear and well.
A very useful set of men are these: they remove the dust and dirt from
the houses in the city. It is a very profitable business; for, by
sifting and sorting what is taken away, every thing becomes useful.
There are frequently found cinders for firing, ashes and breeze for
brickmakers: bones and old rags, tin and old iron, are carefully
separated from oyster-shells and stones, which have their several
purchasers.
My masters, I’m dirty, nor can I be clean;
My bus’ness it would ill become,
With my face and hands clean in the streets to be seen,
While I carry my shovel and broom.