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1850–1895

SWING HIGH AND SWING LOW

Eugene Field

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!”

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