Chim, chimney Chim, chimney Chim, chim, cher-ee A sweep is as lucky As lucky can be Chim, chimney Chim, chimney 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 sweeps On the bottommost rung Though I 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 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, chimney Chim, chimney 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 chimney Chim, chim, cher-ee Chim, cher-oo
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