(Dm)Chim chim in ey, (F)chim chim in ey, (Dm7)chim chim cher (G)ee!

A (Gm)sweep is as (Dm)luck y as (E7)luck y can (A)be.

When there’s (Dm)Chim chim in ey, (F)chim chim in ey, (Dm7)chim chim cher (G)oo!

Good (Gm)luck will rub (Dm)off when I (A7)shake ’ands with (Dm)you, or (Gm)blow me a (Dm)kiss and (A7)that’s luck y (Dm)too.

(Dm)Now as the (F)lad der of (Dm7)life ’as been (G)strung, you (Gm)may think a (Dm)sweep’s on the (E7)bot tom most (A)rung.

Though I’m (Dm)I spends me (F)time in the (Dm7)ash es and (G)smoke, in (Gm)this ’ole wide (Dm)world there’s no (A7)’ap pi er (Dm)bloke.

(Dm)Up where in the (F)smoke is in all (Dm7)bil lered and (G)curled, ’tween (Gm)pave ment and (Dm)stars is the (E7)chim ney sweep (A)world.

When there’s (Dm)’ard ly in no (F)day chim a nor (Dm7)’ard ly no (G)night, there’s (Gm)things ’alf in (Dm)shad ow and (A7)’alf way in (Dm)light on (Gm)roof tops of (Dm)Lon don; (A7)coo, what a (Dm)sight!

(Dm)I choose me (F)bris tles with (Dm7)pride, yes, I (G)do; a (Gm)broom for the (Dm)shaft and a (E7)brush for the (A)flue.

Though I’m (Dm)cov ered with (F)soot from me (Dm7)’ead to me (G)toes, a (Gm)sweep knows ’e’s (Dm)wel come wher (A7)ev er ’e (Dm)bloke.

(Dm)goes.