Jingles and Rhymes - The Swinging Song

The Swinging Song

Swing, my baby, swing away

In your little hammock gay.

'Neath the sunshine, 'midst the flowers

Perfuming the summer bowers.

You're the sweetest flower of all,

Daisy, well we did you call.

Swing, my baby, swing away,

In your little hammock gay.

Mama's Darling, papa's pet

Yes, we're caught in baby's net.

- Caroline Starr Morgan