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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! "