All I know is that it's an old music hall song.
Here's the words, just in case you haven't got them .
Regards Mick Bracken.


When young Obadiah was twenty-one
He fell in love, as most young fellows do
Reg'lar ev'ry Thursday afternoon
He'd call upon his sweetheart Lucy Loo
In the garden he would find her
Seated on a quaint old swing
With true love's devotion
He'd set the swing in motion
And his Lucy dear would sing

Chorus
Swing me just a little bit higher, Obadiah, do
Swing me just a little bit higher, and I'll love you
Tie me on and I'll never fall
Swing over the garden wall
Just a little bit higher, Obadiah, do
Obadiah, do

Obadiah had little time to spoon
For should he dare to stop the swing, she'd sigh
"Keep the pot boiling, there's a dear"
And once more Lucy's tootsies flew on high
All the young men round about there
On the garden wall would climb
And with eager faces
They'd glance at frill and laces
As she warbled all the time

Music by Maurice Scott
Words by Alf. E. Rick