I am a chimbley, a chimbley sweep
No bed to lie, no shoes to hold my feet
Upon the rooftops in dead of night
Youll hear me cry, Ill shake you from your sleep
To hear me weep
"Your day will come indeed
For I am a poor and a wretched boy
A chimbley chimbley sweep."
I am an orphan, an orphan boy
Ive known no love, Ive seen no mothers joy
A dirty doorstep my cradle laid
My fortune's made: Ill shake you from your sleep
To hear me weep
"Your day will come indeed.
For I am a poor and a wretched boy
A chimbley chimbley sweep."
"O lonely urchin!" the widow cried
"Ive not been swept since the day my husband died."
Her cheeks a blushing, her legs laid bare
And shipwrecked there Ill shake you from your sleep
To hear me weep
"Your day will come indeed.
For I am a poor and a wretched boy
A chimbley chimbley sweep."
For I am a poor and a wretched boy
A chimbley chimbley sweep."