Old Oaken Bucket
 

Citation

Samuel Woodworth, 1784-1842, “Old Oaken Bucket,” Appalachian State University Libraries Digital Collections, accessed January 17, 2022, https://omeka.library.appstate.edu/items/show/31764.


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Title

Old Oaken Bucket

Description

One leaf typewritten on the front side. The document is in excellent physical condition. The document was laminated.

Subject

Poetry -- United States Popular music -- United States Pails -- Songs and music Homesickness -- Songs and music

Creator

Samuel Woodworth, 1784-1842

Publisher

W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University

Date Created

4/30/2007

Contributor

I. G. Greer

Rights

The images and audio files contained in the "So Mote It Ever Be: The Folksong Heritage of North Carolina's Northern Blue Ridge Mountains" collection are available for free personal, non-commercial, and educational use, provided that proper citation is used (e.g. I. G. Greer/W. Amos Abrams Manuscript Files Series, Folksong Files Subseries. W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection. Special Collections. Appalachian State University, Boone, NC). Any commercial use of the materials without the written permission of Appalachian State University is strictly prohibited. Please contact the Appalachian State University W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection with specific questions or with requests for further information.

Format

pdf

Language

English
English

Type

Typescript

Transcription

The Bucket

How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood,
When fond recollection recalls them to view,
The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wild-wood,
And every lov’d spot which my infancy knew.
The old oaken bucket the iron-bound bucket-
The moss-covered bucket, which hung in the well.

The wide-spreading pond and the mill which stood by it,
The bridge, and the rock where the cataract fell,
The cot of my father, the dairy-house night it,
And every lov’d spot which my infancy knew.
The old oaken bucket the iron-bound bucket-
The moss-covered bucket, which hung in the well.

That moss-covered vessel I hail as a treasure,
For often, at noon, when returned from the field,
I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure,
The purest and sweetest that nature can yield.
The old-oaken bucket the iron-bound bucket-
The moss-covered bucket, which hung in the well.

How ardent I seized it, with hands that were glowing,
And quick to the while pebbled bottom it fell,
Then soon with the emblem of truth overflowing,
And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well.
The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket--
The moss-covered bucket a rose from the well.

How sweet from the green mossy brim to receive it,
As poised on the cord, it inclined to my lips,
Not a full-blushing goblet could tempt me to heave it,
Though filled with the nectar that Jupiter sips.
The old oaken bucket the iron-bound bucket--
The moss-covered bucket, which hung in the well.

And now far removed from the loved situation,
The tear of regret will intrusively swell,
As fancy revisits my fathers plantation,
And sighs for the bucket which hung in the well.
The old oaken bucket the iron-bound bucket--
The moss-covered bucket, which hung in the well.

Classification Title

Old Oaken Bucket

Document Title

The Bucket

Geographic Location

Scituate, Plymouth County, Massachusetts

Associated Date

1826

Scholarly Classification

None

Dimensions - Original

214 mm x 276 mm

Upload Date

2013-10-04

File name

113_OldOakenBucket_ocr

Transcription Date

2006-05-25

Transcribed By

Susan G. Pepper

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