The Chimbley Sweep
The Decemberists Lyrics


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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

Overall Meaning

The Chimbley Sweep by The Decemberists is a poignant portrayal of the life of a young orphan boy who earns a living as a chimney sweep. The lyrics are replete with vivid imagery that serves to create an image of the boy's impoverished and lonely existence. The song begins with the Chimbley Sweep introducing himself and lamenting about his conditions - having no bed to lie on and no shoes to hold his feet. The image of him crying and shaking people from their sleep as he works alone at night on the rooftops only adds to the sense of isolation.


The second verse talks about the boy's origin story - being an orphan who has never known the love and warmth of a mother's embrace. The tragic image of his cradle being a dirty doorstep, reflects the harsh reality of his upbringing. The chorus 'To hear me weep, your day will come indeed, For I am a poor and a wretched boy, A chimbley, chimbley sweep' is a haunting reminder for the listener that poverty and hardship can strike anyone, and perhaps the boy's tears should serve as a warning for those who enjoy the comforts of life.


The final verse talks about the Chimbley Sweep servicing a widow's chimney, and the suggestion that she has led a respectable, yet perhaps suppressed life becomes clear. The vivid imagery of her cheeks blushing and legs bare, and the boy's shipwrecked appearance and his weeping, creates a sense of vulnerability that is shared by people from opposite walks of life. Overall, The Chimbley Sweep is a powerful reflection on the harshness of life, and how the struggles of the less privileged can often go unnoticed.


Line by Line Meaning

I am a chimbley, a chimbley sweep
I am a poor boy who works as a chimney sweep.


No bed to lie, no shoes to hold my feet
I have no home and cannot afford shoes.


Upon the rooftop in dead of night
I work at night, climbing rooftops to clean chimneys.


You'll hear me cry, I'll shake you from your sleep
My cries from the rooftop will disturb your sleep.


To hear me weep
To listen to my misfortune.


Your day will come indeed
You will face some misfortune in your life.


For I am a poor and a wretched boy
I am a pitiful and unfortunate boy.


A chimbley, chimbley sweep
A chimney sweep, that is who I am.


I am an orphan, an orphan boy
I have no parents and am alone in the world.


I've known no love, I've seen no mother's joy
I have never experienced love or a mother's care.


A dirty doorstep, my cradle lay
I was abandoned as a newborn and left on a doorstep.


My fortune's made, I'll shake you from your sleep
My livelihood is made by disturbing your sleep with my cries.


"Oh, lonely urchin," the widow cried,
A widow took pity on me and addressed me as a poor boy.


"I've not been swept since the day my husband died."
She lamented that her chimney had not been cleaned since her husband's death.


Her cheeks a-blushing, her legs lay bare
Her face was red with embarrassment and her legs were exposed.


And shipwrecked there, I'll shake you from your sleep
Her invitation for me to clean her chimney will once again disturb your sleep.


For I am a poor and a wretched boy
I am unfortunate and pitiable.


A chimbley, chimbley sweep
This chimney sweep is who I am.




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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@namenick9057

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



All comments from YouTube:

@JammerCheeseCake

chimbley sweep is the best character he even has his own song

@Columbine621

I hope all the Law Of Talos fans check out other stuff from the Decemberists. One of the most underrated bands of the last two decades that could really use more fans.

@wintershows

yooo it’s the british boy from law of talos

@namenick9057

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

@parkerfaries4320

Thanks for the lyrics!

@dead_channelX.

......law of talos..........ref.....reference....hahfhhghgh

@bye787

Omg law of talos fan

@zuky_apalixl

I love chimbley, the song and the character‼️‼️🗣🗣🗣 (law of talos reference)

@mrmeows8457

"Oi! who are you callin dir'y?! (Oi! who are you calling dirty?!)"

@kurtsworId9646

So real

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