Chim chiminey, chim chiminey, chim chim cheree!
A sweep is as lucky, as lucky can be.
Chim chiminey, chim chiminey, chim chim cheroo!
Good luck will rub off when I shakes ’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 bottom most rung.
Though I spends me time in the ashes and smoke,
In this ’ole wide world there’s no ’appier bloke.

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.

Up where the smoke it 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 rooftops of London, coo, what a sight!

Chim chiminey, chim chiminey, chim chim cheree!
When you’re with a sweep you’re in glad company.
Nowhere is there a more ’appier crew
Than them wot sings, “Chim chim cheree, chim cheroo!”
Chim chiminey, chim chim, cheree, chim cheroo!