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Was written by Samuel Woodworth, at the residence of the late Captain James Riley, (author of Riley’s Narrative,) on Prospect Hill, now in Cromwell, Connec ticut, about the year 1819, in the presence of his family, while awaiting his dinner after drinking out of the bucket. ’Twas of Woodworth the poet I intended to tell, How he drank from the bucket that hung in the well. ‘When penn a school foot of dear Pros. pun news the well sweep the old bucket to fill, And over from its brim with a gurgling While awaiting his dinner when ‘‘board ing around.” Heard oe rumbling mill a down in‘ the nooks, .The cataract form’d by the dam of the brooks. And as the fair scene was presented to view, He remember’d the home that his infancy knew. And while musingly wrapp’d in poetical spel, Wrote ‘‘The Old Oaken Bucket” when he drank at our weil. Now as that is the story I started to tell, Tr yp the lov’d ‘song, bid my birth: farewell., How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood idool ego recollection recalls them to The mrthdeil the meadow, the deep tan gled wild wood, And ae * loved spot which my infancy The wide spreading pond and the mill which stood by it, The bridge and the rock where the cata ract fell, The cot of my father, the dairy house night, And e’en the rude bucket which hung in the well. CHORUS, The ox gaken bucket, the iron bound ticket, The moss covered bucket which hung in the well. That moss covered vessel I had as a trea sure. For often at noon when returned from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite plea sure, . The Les and sweetest that nature can How. ardent Is Ian it with hands that were And out to the white pebbly bottom ti el Then soon with ‘the emblem of truth overflowing. And dropping with coolness it rose from the well, CHORUS. The old oaken bucket, the iron bound bucket. The covered bucket arose from the well. How sweet from the green mossy rim to receive it. As poised to the cord it inclined to my lips, . Not a full blushing goblet could tempt me to leave it. Though fill’d with the nectar that Jupiter sips. And now far removed from the lov’d sit uation. The tear of regret will intrusively swell. As fancy revisits my father’s plantation, ere - the bucket which hangs in io Well. _ CHORUS. ‘The old oaken bucket, the iron bound .The moss covered bucket which hangs in the well. WILLsHIng, Cromwell, August 11, 1885. The Penny Press now to town down the crete fot a unceened sales daily show that the down I tde river appreciate a live paper.
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The Penny Press
Middletown, Connecticut, US
Tue, Aug 11, 1885
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