Текст песни The Chimbley Sweep - The Decemberists
I
am
a
chimbley,
a
chimbley
sweep
No
bed
to
lie,
no
shoes
to
hold
my
feet
Upon
the
rooftop
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
lay
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
"Oh,
lonely
urchin,"
the
widow
cried,
"I've
not
been
swept
since
the
day
my
husband
died."
Her
cheeks
a-blushing,
her
legs
lay
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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