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The Chimbley Sweep lyrics
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 a 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."
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- Track 9 on Her Majesty
- 8 Red Right Ankle
- 10 I Was Meant For The Stage
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- Track 9 on Her Majesty the Decemberists
- 8 Red Right Ankle
- 10 I Was Meant For The Stage
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