The Chimbley Sweep Lyrics

by The Decemberists

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

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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