MACK'S SWING SONG.
Copyright. 1895, by T. B. Harms & Co.
Words by Thos. Le Mack. Music by Andrew.
Come sit in the swing, little darling, and you will be filled with delight;
For up in the air, like a starling, you soon will be winging your flight;
Just imagine that you're a fine lady, And you be my little sweetheart;
We'll seal our fond vows with a kiss, love, every time that I give you a start.
Heigh-ho, up high and down low, just like a bird on the wing;
Heigh-ho, a-sailing you go; hold tight, my love, to the swing;
If you're swinging as high as the meadow lurks fly,
Don't fear, have faith in me;
Every time that you start, something down in my heart whispers,
"Love, you'll come back to me!"
Now, don't think I'm tiring, my darling, I'd keep swinging and swinging all day;
For I know it's a pleasure to you, dear, while it's driving my own care away.
I know that you'd sit there forever could you read the depths of my heart,
And know that it's comforting me, dear, every time that I give you a start.-Cho.