...place among the choice songs of our country, called ' THE OLD OAKEN BUCKET. How dear to this heart arc the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view! The orchard, tho meadow, the deep-tangled wild wood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew ; The wide-spreading...

...piquancy, plover, poignant, poignantly, punctilio, puneture, pyrites, and pythoness. THE OAKEN BUCKET. How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recolleetion presents them to vlew I The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wild-wood, And every...

...Spring ! This charming American song, the Old Oaken Bucket, is by WOODWORTH : — How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection...presents them to view ; The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wild-wood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew : The wide-spreading pond, and the...

...might be proud of. ADA LYDDON. THE OLD OAKEN BUCKET. tJLJOW dear to this heart are the scenes of my fXL childhood, "" When fond recollection presents them to view ; The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wildwood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew : The wide-spreading pond, and the...

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...has ever beheld. With the feeling which prompted the beautiful sentiment of the poet, I would say : " How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood When fond recollection presents them to view." But not all to whom these scenes and haunts are familiar are permitted to see this historic day. Many...

...with a sigh, And said, " Not yet ! in quiet lie." //. W. Long/Mow. CL THE BUCKET. HOW dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection...wildwood, And every 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...

...with a sigh, And said, " Not yet I in quiet lie." //. W. Longfellwe. CL THE BUCKET. HOW dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view I—- The orchard, the meadow, the deep tangled wildwood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew...

...— E= — — 1 Words by SAMUEL WOODWORTH. "THE OLD BUCKET." E, F. AMBKOSK. ^H£^£ 4^->» K-^ =t 1. How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood, When foud re - col - lec-tion pro • scuts them to view! The or -chard, the mead-ow, the 2 Thai moss-cov...

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