Chim chim cher-ee

Chim chiminey
Chim chiminey
Chim chim cher-ee!
A sweep is as lucky
As lucky can be

Chim chiminey
Chim chiminey
Chim chim cher-oo!
Good luck will rub off when
He shakes 'ands with you
Or blow you a kiss
And that's lucky too

Now as the ladder of life
Has been strung
You may think a sweep's
On the bottommost rung

although he spends me time
In the ashes and smoke
In this 'ole wide world
There's no 'appier bloke

Up where the smoke is
All billered and curled
'Tween pavement and stars
Is the chimney sweep world

When the's 'ardly no day
Nor 'ardly no night
There's things 'alf in shadow
And 'alf way in light
On the roof tops of London
Coo, what a sight!

He chooses the bristles with pride
Yes, it's true
A broom for the shaft
And a brush for the flume

Though he is covered with soot
From me 'ead to me toes
A sweep knows 'e's welcome
Wherever 'e goes

Chim chiminey
Chim chiminey
Chim chim cher-ee!
When you're with the sweep
You're in glad company

Nowhere is there
A more 'appier crew
Than them wot sings
"Chim chim cher-ee
Chim cher-oo!"
Chim chiminey
Chim chim cher-ee
Chim cher-oo!