Chim chiminey,
chim chiminey,
chim chim cheree!
A sweep is as lucky
as lucky can be.

Chim chiminey,
chim chiminey,
chim chim cheroo!
Good luvk will rub off
when I shake 'ands with you,
Or blow me a kiss
and that's lucky too.

Up where the smoke
is all billered and curled 'tween
pavement and stars
is the chimney sweep world.
When there's 'ardly no day
nor 'ardly no night,
There's things 'alf in shadow
and 'alfway in light
On the roof tops of London coo,
what a sight!

Now as the ladder of life
'as been strung,
You may think a sweep's
on the bottom most rung.
Though I spends me time
in the ash es and smoke,
In this 'ole wide world
there's no 'appier bloke.

Chim chiminey,
chim chiminey,
chim chim cheree!
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 cheree chimcheroo!"
Chimchiminey chim chim,
cheree, chim cheroo!

I choose me bristles
with pride, yes, I do:
A broom for the shaft
and a brush for the flue.
Though I'm covered
with soot from me 'ead to me toes,
A sweep knows 'e's welcome
wherever 'e goes.