Difference between revisions of "The old oaken bucket (George Kiallmark)"

From ChoralWiki
Jump to navigation Jump to search
Line 25: Line 25:
 
{{Text|English}}
 
{{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:
:the orchard, the meadow, the deep tangled wildwood,
+
:The orchard, the meadow, the deep tangled wildwood,
:And ev'ry loved spot which my infancy knew
+
:And ev'ry loved spot which my infancy knew;
 
:The wide spreading pond, and the mill that stood by it,
 
:The wide spreading pond, and the mill that stood by it,
 
:The bridge and the rock where the cataract fell;
 
:The bridge and the rock where the cataract fell;
Line 40: Line 40:
 
:The purest and sweetest that nature can yield.
 
:The purest and sweetest that nature can yield.
 
:How ardent I seized it, with hands that were glowing,
 
:How ardent I seized it, with hands that were glowing,
:And quick to the white pebbled bottom it fell
+
:And quick to the white pebbled bottom it fell;
:Then soon, with the emblem of turth ov'erflowing,
+
:Then soon, with the emblem of truth overflowing,
 
:And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well.
 
:And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well.
  
 
:How sweet from the green, mossy brim to receive it,
 
:How sweet from the green, mossy brim to receive it,
 
:As, poised on the curb, it inclined to my lips!
 
:As, poised on the curb, it inclined to my lips!
:Not a full blishing goblet could tempt me to leave it,
+
:Not a full flowing goblet could tempt me to leave it,
 
:Tho' filled with the nectar that Jupiter sips.
 
:Tho' filled with the nectar that Jupiter sips.
 
:And now, far removed from the loved habitation,
 
:And now, far removed from the loved habitation,

Revision as of 10:40, 16 November 2007

Music files

L E G E N D Disclaimer How to download
ICON SOURCE
File details.gif File details
Question.gif Help


Editor: Mutopia (added 2004-04-08).   Score information: 2 pages, kbytes   Copyright: MutopiaBSD
Edition notes:

General Information

Title: Old Oaken Bucket, The
Composer: George Kiallmark

Number of voices: 1vv  Voicing: S
Genre: Secular, Folksongs
Language: English
Instruments: piano
Published:

Description:

External websites:

Original text and translations

English.png English text

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.