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The Decemberists
THE CHIMBLEY SWEEP
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THE CHIMBLEY SWEEP,
The Decemberists
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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
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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
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