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Swing High And Swing Low

By Eugene Field

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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!"

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Eugene Field (1850–1895) was an American writer and poet known as the "children's poet." His poems "Wynken, Blynken, and Nod" and "Little Boy Blue" are cherished classics of American children's literature.

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