Chim, chimney Chim, chimney 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 Has been strung You may think a sweep's On the bottommost rung Though I spends me time In the ashes and smoke In this 'ole wide world There's no happier bloke Chim, chimney Chim, chimney Chim, chim, cher-ee A sweep is as lucky As lucky can be Chim, chimney Chim, chimney 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 flute Up where the smoke Is all billered 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 halfway in light On the rooftops of London Coo, what a sight Chim, chimney Chim, chimney Chim, chim, cher-ee When you're with a sweep You're in glad company Nowhere is there A more happier crew Than them wot sings "Chim chim cher-ee Chim cher-oo"