| Chim-chimmeny, chim-chimmeny, chim-chim cheree
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| A sweeper’s as lucky as lucky can be
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| Chim-chimmeny, chim-chimmeny, chim-chim cheroo
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| Good luck will rub off when I shakes hands 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 has been strung
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| You may think a sweep’s on the bottommost rung
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| Though I spends me time in the ashes and smoke
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| In this whole wide world, there’s no happier bloke
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| Chim-chimmeny, chim-chimmeny, chim-chim cheree
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| A sweeper’s as lucky as lucky can be
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| Chim-chimmeny, chim-chimmeny, chim-chim cheroo
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| Good luck will rub off when I shakes hands with you
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| Or blow me a kiss, and that’s lucky too
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| I choose me bristles with pride, ys, I do
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| A broom for the shaft and a brush for the flu
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| Though I’m coverd with soot from me head to me toes
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| A sweep knows he’s welcome wherever he goes
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| Chim-chimmeny, chim-chimmeny, chim-chim cheree
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| A sweeper’s as lucky as lucky can be
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| Chim-chimmeny, chim-chimmeny, chim-chim cheroo
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| Good luck will rub off when I shakes hands with you
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| Or blow me a kiss, and that’s lucky too
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| Up where the smoke is all billowed and curled
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| 'Tween pavement and stars is the chimney sweep world
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| Where there’s hardly no day, and there’s hardly no night
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| There’s things half in shadow and halfway in light
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| On the rooftops of London
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| Ooh, what a sight
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| Chim-chimmeny, chim-chimmeny, chim-chim cheree
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| When you’re with a sweep, you’re in glad company
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| Nowhere is there a more happier crew
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| Than them what sings chim-chim cheree, chim cheroo
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| Chim-chimmeny, chim-chimmeny, chim-chim cheree
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| When you’re with a sweep, you’re in glad company
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| Nowhere is there a more happier crew
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| Than them what sings chim-chim cheree, chim cheroo
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| Chim-chimmeny chim-chim, cheree chim cheroo |