Chim Chim Cher-ee sing and play along

Chim chiminey, chim chiminey, chim chim cheree!

A sweep is as lucky as lucky can be.

When there's Chim chiminey, chim chiminey,

chim chim cheroo!

Good luck will rub off when I shake 'ands with you,

or blow me a kiss and that's lucky too.

Now as the ladder of life 'as been strung,

you may think a sweep's on the bottommost rung.

Though I'm I spends me time in the ashes and smoke,

in this 'ole wide world there's no 'appier bloke.

Up where in the smoke is in all billered and curled 'tween pavement and stars is the chimney sweep world.

When there's 'ardly in no day chim a nor 'ardly no night,

there's things 'alf in shadow and 'alfway in light on rooftops of London;

coo, what a sight!

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 bloke.

goes. Chim chiminey chim chim, cheree,

chim cheroo!