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70 THE OLD OAKEN BUCKET.

Samuel Woodworth.

How dear to this heart are the scenes of my child-hood, When

The or - chard, the mead - ow, the deep - tan - gled wild- wood, And

The old oak - en buck - et — the i - ron - bound buck - et&mdash;The

fond rec - ol - lec - tion pre - sents them to view!

ev - 'ry loved spot which my in - fan - cy knew;

moss - cov - ered buck - et which hung in the well.

The wide-spread-ing pond, and the mill that stood by it&mdash; The

The cot of my fath - er, the dai - ry - house nigh it, And

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bridge and the rock where the cat - a - ract fell&mdash;

e'en the rude buck - et which hung in the well.

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