Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A SWINGING SONG, by MARY HOWITT Poet's Biography First Line: Merry it is on a summer's day Last Line: And shake the old tree as we swingwe swing! Alternate Author Name(s): Botham, Mary Subject(s): Swings | ||||||||
Merry it is on a summer's day, All through the meadows to wend away; To watch the brooks glide fast or slow, And the little fish twinkle down below; To hear the lark in the blue sky sing, Oh, sure enough, 'tis a merry thing But 'tis merrier far to swingto swing! Merry it is on a winter's night, To listen to tales of elf and sprite, Of caves and castles so dim and old The dismallest tales that ever were told; And then to laugh, and then to sing You may take my word is a merry thing But 'tis merrier far to swingto swing! Down with the hoop upon the green; Down with the ringing tambourine; Little heed we for this or for that; Off with the bonnet, off with the hat! Away we go like birds on the wing! Higher yet! higher yet! "Now for the King!" This is the way we swingwe swing! Scarcely the bough bends, Claude is so light Mount up behind himthere, that is right! Down bends the branch now!swing him away; Higher yethigher yethigher I say! Oh, what a joy it is! Now let us sing "A pear for the Queenan apple for the King!" And shake the old tree as we swingwe swing! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SWING SONG by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM IN THE SWING by BURGES JOHNSON SWINGING by GRACE DENIO LITCHFIELD WINGED YOUTH; ON A BOY SWINGING by DOROTHEA LAWRANCE MANN THE SHOOGY-SHOO by WINTHROP PACKARD SWING HIGH, SWING LOW by MARJORIE COLES SMITH A RECEIPT TO CURE A LOVE FIT by ANONYMOUS THE DANCE AT THE LITTLE GILA RANCH by ANONYMOUS THE FAIRIES OF THE CALDON LOW; A MIDSUMMER LEGEND by MARY HOWITT |
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