The Old Oaken Bucket

Melody - E. Kaillmark

Samuel Woodworth

1. |: How dear to the heart
      Are the scenes of my childhood,
      When fond recollection
      Presents them to view! :|

The wide spreading pond,
And the mill that stood by it,
The bridge and the rock
Where the cataract fell.

2. |: The orchard, the meadow,
      The deep tangled wildwood,
      And ev'ry loved spot
      Which my infancy knew. :|

3. |: The old oaken bucket,
      The ironbbound bucket,
      The moss-covered bucket
      That hung in the well. :|

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