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