Chim Chim Cher-ee; March Over The Rooftops

Chim chiminy
Chim chiminy
Chim chim cher-ee!
A sweep is as lucky as lucky can be.

Chim chiminy
Chim chiminy
Chim chim cher-oo!
Good luck will rub off when I shakes hands with you
Or blow me a kiss and that's lucky too.

Now as the ladder of life
Hs been strung
You might think a sweep's
On the bottommost rung.

Though I spends me time
In the ashes and smoke
In this whole wide world
There's no happier bloke.

Chim chiminy
Chim chiminy
Chim chim cher-ee!
A sweep is as lucky as lucky can be.

Chim chiminy
Chim chiminy
Chim chim cher-oo!
Good luck will rub off when I shakes hands with you.

Chim chiminy
Chim chiminy
Chim chim cher-ee!
A sweep is as lucky as lucky can be.

Chim chiminy
Chim chiminy
Chim chim cher-oo!
Good luck will rub off when I shakes hands with you.

I choose me bristles with pride, yes, I do
A broom for the shaft and a brush for the flue.

Up where the smoke is
All billowed and curled
'Tween pavement and stars
Is the chimney-sweep world.

When there's hardly no day
Nor hardly no night
There's things half in shadow
And half way in light
On the rooftops of London
Coo, what a sight.

Chim chiminy
Chim chiminy
Chim chim cher-ee!
When you're with a sweep
You're in glad company.

Nowhere is there
A more happier crew
Than them what sings
Chim chim cher-ee
Chim cher-oo!
Chim chim chiminy
Chim chim
Cher-ee chim cher-oo.