CHIM CHIM CHER-EE

Chim chim-in-ey, chim chim-in-ey, chim chim cher-ee!
A sweep is as luck-y, as luck-y 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 luck - y too.

Now, as the lad-der of life 'as been strung,
You may think a sweep's on the bot-tom-most rung.
Though I spends me time in the ash-es and smoke,
In this 'ole wide world there's no 'ap-pi-er bloke.

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!"

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 wel-come wher-ev-er 'e goes. 

Up where the smoke it all bill-ered and curled,
'Tween pave-ment and stars, is the chim-ney sweep world.
When there's 'ard-ly no day nor 'ard-ly no night,
There's things 'alf in shad-ow and 'alf-way in light,
On the roof-tops of Lon-don, 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!"