| Chim chiminey, chim chiminey, chim chim cher-ee
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| A sweep is as lucky as lucky can be
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| Chim chiminey, chim chiminey, chim chim cher-oo
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| Good luck will rub off when I shakes 'ands with you
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| Or blow me a kiss, and that’s lucky too
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| Now as the ladder of life 'as been strung
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| You may think a sweep’s on the bottom-most rung
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| Though I spends me time in the ashes and smoke
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| In this ol' wide world, there’s no 'appier bloke
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| Chim chiminey, chim chiminey, chim chim cher-ee
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| A sweep is as lucky as lucky can be
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| Chim chiminey, chim chiminey, chim chim cher-oo
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| Good luck will rub off when I shakes 'ands with you
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| Chim chiminey, chim chiminey, chim chim cher-ee
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| A sweep is as lucky as lucky can be
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| Chim chiminey, chim chiminey, chim chim cher-oo
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| Good luck will rub off when I shakes 'ands with you
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| I choose me bristles with pride, yes I do
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| A broom for the shaft and a brush for the flue
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| Up where the smoke is all billered and curled
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| 'Tween pavement and stars is the chimney sweep world
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| Where there’s 'ardly no day and 'ardly no night
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| There’s things 'alf in shadow and 'alfway in light
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| On the rooftops of London — coo, what a sight |