The Chimbley Sweep

I am a chimbley, a chimbley sweep

No bed to lie, no shoes to hold my feet

Upon the rooftop in dead of night

You'll hear me cry, I'll 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

I've known no love, I've seen no mother's joy

A dirty doorstep, my cradle lay

My fortune's made, I'll 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

"Oh, lonely urchin," the widow cried,

"I've not been swept since the day my husband died."

Her cheeks a-blushing, her legs lay bare

And shipwrecked there, I'll 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