chimbley

"I can't do nothing about the smoke until I get some kind of chimbley."

Bruno had had time to say "I thought he wanted to see how many peoples was up the chimbley."

Swallow in the chimbley, Sally on my knee.

Black as a chimbley!

And Sylvie had said "Chimne - not chimbley."

Swallow in the chimbley, Oop hi derry O!

Chimbley oughter be enough t'keep ye warm'o nights."

Behind the palings a man with a fair tenor and a mandolin was singing "Swallow in the Chimbley," approaching down a side-street.

Swallow in the chimbley, Sally jump free-- Left her smock behind, Sally, don't you mind!

Bud, aw can look for norther horse, nur man uf a neeght loike this as black as t' chimbley!

It's humane too, gen'l'men, acause, even if they've stuck in the chimbley, roasting their feet makes 'em struggle to hextricate theirselves.'

There was a axing slated for dawn, but I heard the guy turned out to be a wizard: he turned into a bat and flew up the chimbley."

For instance, Map 34 shows the areas, marked off by boundary lines, where the variants chimley chimbley, chimmock, chimdey, chimbey , and chimney occur.

Mr. Meloy has lovingly created his own alternate universe, and he draws his hapless characters with enormous wit and tenderness, even the chimbley sweeps.

If he takes up summat to 'is rooms, I gotta figger out which chimbley leads t' his, or- Suddenly, an idea struck him that was so brilliant he staggered.

The band played songs from all their albums to date, including "The Mariner's Revenge Song," "The Chimbley Sweep," "The Sporting Life," and "I Was Meant for the Stage."

Note: On some editions, the track list printed on the actual disc omits the song "The Chimbley Sweep", though the song is listed on the back of the CD jacket and in the liner notes.

And then he sang "The Chimbley Sweep," a ridiculous fable about an unloved boy: "I am a chimbley, a chimbley sweep/No bed to lie, no shoes to hold my feet."

There was one of this nature which troubled his rest long: "Well, the way of it was, you see, he put it up the chimbley, but when the chimbley-sweepers come he transferred it in his weskit to my place, and I dropped it down the well.

BUTT (he whipedoff's his chimbley phot, as lips lovecurling to the tongueopener, he takecups the communion of sense at the hands of the foregiver of trosstpassers and thereinofter centelinnates that potifex miximhost with haruspical hospedariaty proferring into his pauses somewhot salt bacon).

His songs became playful narrative fantasies populated by improbable characters like the "chimbley sweep," whose song of despair ("I am a poor and a wretched boy/ A chimbley, chimbley sweep") Mr. Meloy cannot sing without a grin.