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.