The Chimbley Sweep

Lyrics for 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