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
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, I've seen no mothers joy
A dirty doorstep, my cradle lay
My fortunes 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

"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, 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