Do the chil-dren love an out-door swing;
With their soft lit-tle hands they hold and cling
Like birds just out of a nest.
Try it which-ev-er way they please,
'Tis good as a green bough in a breeze;
They kneel in it with their chub-by knees,
To see if they like that best.
O-ver and o-ver they do it all,
Sit in it, stand in it, laugh and call;
And then if by an-y chance they fall—