• I Think That In A Past Life, I Was A Chimney Sweep...



    Writer: Robert B. Sherman; Lyrics: Robert B. Sherman

    Chim chiminey
    Chim chiminey
    Chim chim cher-ee!
    A sweep is as lucky
    As lucky can be

    Chim chiminey
    Chim chiminey
    Chim chim cher-oo!
    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 spends me time
    In the ashes and smoke
    In this ‘ole wide world
    There’s no ‘appier bloke

    Up where the smoke is
    All billered and curled
    ‘Tween pavement and stars
    Is the chimney sweep world

    When the’s ‘ardly no day
    Nor ‘ardly no night
    There’s things ‘alf in shadow
    And ‘alf way in light
    On the roof tops of London
    Coo, what a sight!

    I choose me bristles with pride
    Yes, I do
    A broom for the shaft
    And a broom for the flume

    Though I’m covered with soot
    From me ‘ead to me toes
    A sweep knows ‘e’s welcome
    Wherever ‘e goes

    Chim chiminey
    Chim chiminey
    Chim chim cher-ee!
    When you’re with a sweep
    You’re in glad company

    No where is there
    A more ‘appier crew
    Than them wot sings
    “Chim chim cher-ee
    Chim cher-oo!”
    On the chim chiminey
    Chim chim cher-ee
    Chim cher-oo!

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