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 'ands with you
Or blow me a kiss
And that's lucky too



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



Though I spends me time
In the ashes and soot
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!



I choose me bristles with pride
Yes, I do
A broom for the shaft
And a broom for the flume



Though I'm 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 a sweep
You're in glad company



No where is there
A more 'appier crew
Than them wot sings
"Chim chim cher-ee
Chim cher-oo!"
On the chim chiminey
Chim chim cher-ee
Chim cher-oo!

Now, if only I had a magic umbrella...