Swing High,
Swing High,
Away we go.
Up to the trees
Where the breezes blow,
Where the birdies nest
And play all day.
And all the world
Is bright and gay.
Away we go.
Up to the trees
Where the breezes blow,
Where the birdies nest
And play all day.
And all the world
Is bright and gay.
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