CHIM CHIM CHER-EE

Chim chim-in-ey, chim chim-in-ey, chim chim cher-ee!

A sweep is as lucky, as lucky can be.

Chim chim-in-ey, chim chim-in-ey, 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.

 

Oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh!

Oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh!

 

Now, as the lad-der of life 'as been strung,

You may think a sweep's on the bot-tom-most rung.

Though we spend this time in the ash-es and smoke,

In this 'ole wide world there's no 'ap-pi-er bloke.

 

I choose me bris-tles with pride, yes, I do:

A broom for the shaft and a brush for the flue.

Though I'm cov-ered with soot from me 'ead to me toes,

A sweep knows 'e's welcome wherever 'e goes.

A sweep knows 'e's welcome wherever 'e goes.

Oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh

 

Up where the smoke is all bill-ered and curled,

'Tween pave-ment and stars, is the chim-ney sweep world.

When there's 'ard-ly no day nor there´s 'ard-ly no night,

There's things 'alf in shadow and 'alf-way in light,

On the roof-tops of London, coo, what a sight!

 

Chim chim-in-ey, chim chim-in-ey, chim chim cher-ee!

When you're with a sweep you're in glad com-pa-ny.

No-where is there a more 'ap-pi-er crew

Than them wot sings, "Chim chim cher-ee, chim cher-oo!"

"Chim chim-in-ey chim chim, cher-ee, chim cher-oo!"

 

Oooh-oooh

Chap, chap, cher-o!