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 shakes '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 bottom-most rung
Though I spends me time in the ashes and smoke
In this 'ole wide world there's no 'appier bloke
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 shakes 'ands 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 flue
Though I'm covered with soot from me 'ead to me toes
A sweep knows 'e's welcome wherever 'e goes
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!
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,
Chim chiminey, Chim chim cher-ee, Chim cher-oo!”