Up Where The Smoke is all bill-ered and curled, 'Tween pave-ment and stars, is the chim-ney sweep world When there's 'ard-ly no day nor 'ard-ly no night, There's things 'alf in shad-ow and 'alf-way in light, On the roof-tops of Lon-don, coo, what a sight! Chim chim-in-ey, chim chim-in-ey, chim chim cher-ee! When you're with a sweep you're in glad com-pa-ny. No-where is there a more 'ap-pi-er crew Than them wot sings, "Chim chim cher-ee, chim cher-oo!" Chim chim-in-ey, chim chim cher-ee, chim cher-oo!
