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
'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!
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