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The Old Oaken Bucket
Samuel Woodworth
1. |: How dear to the heart
Are the scenes of my childhood,
When fond recollection
Presents them to view! :|
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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. :|
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3. |: The old oaken bucket,
The ironbbound bucket,
The moss-covered bucket
That hung in the well. :|
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