Oh we had a swinging good time
Swinging on the Strawberry line
Swinging billhooks and swinging scythes
Swinging axes and taxes and tithes
Swinging dog poo in its bags
Into hedges makes Steve mad!
Swinging dogs and hogs and do
Swinging horses, boar thistle and ragwort too
All about on a Friday morn
While Jane was swinging her strimmer at the corn
Grasses and weeds and dandelion dawn
That brightened over the ridge rise
Where the orange men marched their bridge with pride
Detecting swinging bricks and bats
Detecting swinging cricks and cracks
Everything was swinging
We had a swinging good time
As the birds were singing
In the sweet sunshine
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