Legend tells of ******* swing
She would sit and laugh and lovely sing
She would sing and smile
To see her men would travel many a mile
Her beauty made men enchanted
Such that they raved and ranted
Men longed for her
Such that they would slur
Her beauty was beyond known
Yet generously sown
For some have beauty
But none have her beauty
The ******* the swing
Who would sit qnd laugh and lovely sing