Swing high and swing low
While the breezes they blow-
It's off for a sailor thy father would go;
And it's here in the harbor, in sight of the sea,
He hath left his wee babe with my song and with me:
“Swing high and swing low
While the breezes they blow!”
Swing high and swing low
While the breezes they blow-
It's oh for the waiting as weary days go!
And it's oh for the heartache that smiteth me when
I sing my song over and over again:
“Swing high and swing low
While the breezes they blow!”
“Swing high and swing low “-
The sea singeth so,
And it waileth anon in its ebb and its flow;
And a sleeper sleeps on to that song of the sea
Nor recketh he ever of mine or of me!
“Swing high and swing low
While the breezes they blow-
'T was off for a sailor thy father would go!”
Swing High And Swing Low
Eugene Field
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