No bed to lieno shoes to hold my feet Upon the rooftops in dead of night You ll hear me cryI 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 chimbleychimbley sweep." I am an orphanan orphan boy I ve known no loveI ve seen no mother s joy A dirty doorstep my cradle laid My fortune s madeI 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 chimbleychimbley sweep." "O lonely urchin!" the widow cried "I ve not been swept since the day my husband died." Her cheeks are blushingher legs laid bare And shipwrecked thereI 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 chimbleychimbley sweep." For I am a poor and a wretched boy A chimbleychimbley sweep

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