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The Chimbley Sweep Lyrics

Artist: The Decemberists
Album: Her Majesty

I am a chimbley, a chimbley sweep.
No bed to lie, no shoes to hold my feet.
On a rooftop in dead of night
Youâ‚¬â„¢ll hear me cry Iâ‚¬â„¢ll shake you from your sleep

To hear me weep. Your day will come indeed.
For I am a poor and a wretched boy,
Chimbley Chimbley Sweep.

I am an orphan, an orphan boy.
Iâ‚¬â„¢ve known no love; Iâ‚¬â„¢ve seen no motherâ‚¬â„¢s joy.
On a dirty doorstep, my cradle lay.
My fortune made Iâ‚¬â„¢ll shake you from your sleep

To hear me weep. Your day will come indeed.
For I am a poor and a wretched boy,
Chimbley Chimbley Sweep.

A lonely urchin, The widow cries.
Iâ‚¬â„¢ve not been swept since the day my husband died.
Her cheeks are blushing, her legs lay bare.
And shipwrecked there Iâ‚¬â„¢ll shake you from your sleep

To hear me weep. Your day will come indeed.
For I am a poor and a wretched boy,
Chimbley Chimbley Sweep.
For I am a poor and a wretched boy,
Chimbley Chimbley Sweep.

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