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
I shake hands with you
Or blow me 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
Though I spends me time
In the ashes and smoke
In this whole wide world
There's no happier bloke

Chim chiminey
Chim chiminey
Chim chim cher-oo
Good luck will rub off when
I shake hands with you
Or blow me a kiss
And that's lucky too

I choose me bristles with pride
Yes, I do
A broom for the shaft
And a brush for the flume
Though I'm covered with soot
From me head to me toes
A sweep knows he's welcome
Wherever he goes

Up where the smoke is
All billered and curled
'Tween pavement and stars
Is the chimney sweep world
When there's hardly no day
Nor hardly no night
There's things half in shadow
And halfway in light
On the rooftops of London
Oh, what a sight

Nowhere is there
A more happier crew
Than them what sings
"Chim chim cher-ee
Chim cher-oo!"
Chim chiminey
Chim chim cher-ee
Chim cher-oo