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 ol’ 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
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
I choose me bristles with pride, yes I do
A broom for the shaft and a brush for the flue
Up where the smoke is all billered and curled
‘Tween pavement and stars is the chimney sweep world
Where there’s ‘ardly no day and ‘ardly no night
There’s things ‘alf in shadow and ‘alfway in light
On the rooftops 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
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
