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==General Information==
==General Information==
<b>Title:</b> <i>Old Oaken Bucket, The</i><br>
{{Title|''Old Oaken Bucket, The''}}
<b>Composer:</b> [[George Kiallmark]]<br>
{{Composer|George Kiallmark}}
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<b>Number of voices:</b> 1vv&nbsp;&nbsp;<b>Voicing:</b> S<br>
'''Genre:''' [[:Category:Secular music|Secular]], [[Folksongs]] <br>
<b>Language:</b> [[English]]<br>
<b>Instruments: </b>piano<br>
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{{Genre|Secular|Folksongs}}
{{Language|English}}
{{Instruments|Piano}}
{{Pub|1|1826}}
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==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
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{{Text|English|
:How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood
:How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood
:When fond recollections presents them to view:
:When fond recollections presents them to view:
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:The tear of regret will intrusively swell,
:The tear of regret will intrusively swell,
:As fancy reverts to my father's plantation,
:As fancy reverts to my father's plantation,
:And sighs for the bucket that hung in the well.
:And sighs for the bucket that hung in the well.}}


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Editor: Stan Sanderson (submitted 2004-04-08).   Score information: A4, 2 pages, 69 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
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Title: Old Oaken Bucket, The
Composer: George Kiallmark

Number of voices: 1v   Voicing: Soprano solo
Genre: SecularFolksong

Language: English
Instruments: Piano

First published: 1826
Description: 

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Original text and translations

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How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood
When fond recollections presents them to view:
The orchard, the meadow, the deep tangled wildwood,
And ev'ry loved spot which my infancy knew;
The wide spreading pond, and the mill that stood by it,
The bridge and the rock where the cataract fell;
The cot of my father, the dairy house nigh it,
And e'en the rude bucket that hung in the well.
The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket,
The moss-cover'd bucket that hung in the well.

That moss covered bucket I hailed as a treasure,
For often at noon, when return'd from the field,
I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure,
The purest and sweetest that nature can yield.
How ardent I seized it, with hands that were glowing,
And quick to the white pebbled bottom it fell;
Then soon, with the emblem of truth overflowing,
And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well.

How sweet from the green, mossy brim to receive it,
As, poised on the curb, it inclined to my lips!
Not a full flowing goblet could tempt me to leave it,
Tho' filled with the nectar that Jupiter sips.
And now, far removed from the loved habitation,
The tear of regret will intrusively swell,
As fancy reverts to my father's plantation,
And sighs for the bucket that hung in the well.