Swinging In The Grape-vine Swing - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
Swinging in the Grape-vine Swing. Copyright, 1890, by Herndon Morsell. Music by Hubbard T. Smith. 
When I was a boy on the old plantation, Down by the old bayou. The fairest spot in all creation, Under the arching blue; When the wind came o'er the cotton and corn. To the long, slim loop I would spring. With brown feet bare and hat brim torn, And swing in the grape-vine swing. 
Semi-Chorus. Swinging in the grape-vine swing. Laughing where the wild birds sing, I dream and sigh for the days gone by. Swinging in the grape-vine swing. Swinging in the grape-vine swing. Laughing where the wild birds sing, I dream and sigh for the days gone by, Swinging in the grape-vine swing. 
Out over the water-lilies, bonnie and bright, Back to the moss-grown trees. With ringing laugh and heart as light As a rose tossed by the breeze. The mocking-birds all echoed my glee, And I longed for no angel's wing; I was as near heaven as I wished to be, While swinging in the grape-vine swing.-Semi-Chorus. 
I'm weary at morn and I'm weary at night, Fretted and sore of heart. And care is sowing my locks with white. As I wend through the fevered mart. I'm weary of the world's pride and pomp, For to me no joy it can bring; I would barter it all for one day's romp And a swing in the grape-vine swing.-Semi-Chorus.