Living

A Swing Song

by William Allingham 1824–1889

From Rhymes for the Young Folk (undated Cassell edition)

Living

Swing, swing,
Sing, sing,
Here's my throne, and I am a King!
Swing, sing,
Swing, sing,
Farewell earth, for I'm on the wing!

Low, high,
Here I fly,
Like a bird through sunny sky;
Free, free,
Over the lea,
Over the mountain, over the sea!

Up, down,
Up and down,
Which is the way to London Town?
Where, where?
Up in the air,
Close your eyes, and now you are there!

Soon, soon,
Afternoon,
Over the sunset, over the moon;
Far, far,
Over all bar,
Sweeping on from star to star!

No, no,
Low, low,
Sweeping daisies with my toe.
Slow, slow,
To and fro,
Slow----
slow------
slow--------
slow.

Swing, swing,
sing, sing,
Here's my throne and I am a King!
Swing, sing,
swing, sing,
Farewell, earth, for I'm on the wing!

MLA

Allingham, William. “A Swing Song.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/allingham/34/.

Chicago

Allingham, William. “A Swing Song.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/allingham/34/.

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