I am a chimbley, a chimbley sweep 

No bed to lie, no shoes to hold my feet 

Upon the rooftops 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 laid 

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." 



"O lonely urchin!" the widow cried, 

"I've not been swept since the day my husband died." 

Her cheeks are blushing, her legs laid 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