Swing high and swing low

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!"