swinging in the barn.
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SWINGING IN THE BARN.
SWING away,
From the great cross-beam,
Hid in heaps of clover-hay,
Scented like a dream.
From the great cross-beam,
Hid in heaps of clover-hay,
Scented like a dream.
Higher yet!
Up, between the eaves,
Where the gray doves cooing flit
Through the sun-gilt leaves.
Up, between the eaves,
Where the gray doves cooing flit
Through the sun-gilt leaves.
Here we go!
Whistle, merry wind!.
'T is a long day you must blow,
Lighter hearts to find.
Whistle, merry wind!.
'T is a long day you must blow,
Lighter hearts to find.
Swing away!
Sweep the rough barn floor;
Looking through on Arcady
Framed in by the door!
Sweep the rough barn floor;
Looking through on Arcady
Framed in by the door!