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Jingles and Rhymes - The Swinging Song
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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 » Continue Reading