Chimbley Sweep

I am a chimbley, a chimbley sweep No bed to lie, no shoes to hold my feet On a 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 fortunes 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 cries "I've not been swept since the day my husband died" Her cheeks are 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