I am a Chimblee, a Chimblee Sweep
No bed to lie, no shoes to hold my feet
On a rooftop in dead of night
I'll shake you from your sleep
your day will come indeed
For I am a poor and wretched boy
A chimbley, chimbley sweep
I am an orphan, an orphan boy
I've seen no mother's joy
A dirty doorstep, my cradle lay
I'll shake you from your sleep
In weep, your day will come indeed
For I am a poor and a wretched boy
Oh lonely urchin, the widow pried
since the day my husband died
Her cheeks were blushing,
I'll shake you from your saline
your day will come indeed
For I am a poor and a wretched boy
A chimbley, chimbley sweet
For I am a poor and a wretched boy
A chimbley, chimbley sweet