Chim chiminey
Chim chiminey
Chim chim cheree
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 hands with you
Or blow me a kiss
And that's lucky too
Now as the ladder of life
Has 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 whole wide world
There's no happier bloke
Chim chiminey
Chim chiminey
Chim chim cheree
When you're with a sweep you're in glad company
Nowhere is there a more happier crew
Then them what sings
Chim chim cheree chim cher-oo
Chiminey chim chim
Eree chim cher-oo
I choose me bristles with pride
Yes I do
A broom for the shaft
And a brush for the flume
Though I'm covered with soot
From me head to me toe
A sweep knows he's welcome
Wherever he goes
Up where the smoke
Is all billowed and curled
'Tween pavement and stars
Is the chimney sweep world
When there's hardly no day
Or hardly no night
There's things half in shadow
And halfway in light
On the rooftops of London
Ooh, what a sight!
La la la la la la
La la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la
On the rooftops of London
Ooh, what a sight!