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