SWINGING IN THE LANE.
How oft we talked of childhood's joys-of tricks we used to play
Upon each other while at school, to pass the time away!
But, oh! how often have I longed for those bright days again,
When little rosy Neil and I went swinging in the lane.
But yet I'd give the world to be with rosy Nell again;
I never, never will forget our swinging in the lane.
The boys and girls would often go a-fishing in the brooks.
With spools of thread for fishing lines, and bended pins for hooks;
They sometimes wished me with them, but they always wished in vain;
I'd rather be with rosy Nell a-swinging in the lane.-Chorus.
But soon a cloud of sorrow came-a strange young man from town
Was introduced to rosy Nell by Aunt Jemima Brown.
She stayed away from school next day-the truth to me was plainShe'd gone with that old city chap a-swinging in the lane. -Chorus.
Now, all younq men with tender hearts, pray, take advice from me:
Don't be so quick to fall in love with every girl you see;
For, if you do, you soon will find you've only loved in vain;
She'll go off with some other chap a-swinging in the lane.-Chorus.