"The Old Oaken Bucket" (Arr. 1894)
Words by Samuel Woodworth, 1874-1842, 1818
Music by Robert Archibald Smith, 1780-1829, 1808
and George Kiallmark, 1781-1835, 1823
Arranged by Frederic Woodman Root, 1846-1916

[Source: pages 163-165 of "The Treble Clef Choir"]

How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood,
When fond recollection presents them to view.
The orchard, the meadow, the deep tangled wildwood,
And all the loved spots that my infancy knew.
The wide spreading pond and the mill that stood by it,
The bridge and the rock where the cataract fell.
Ah, ah, ah, ...
The cot of my father, the daily house nigh it,
And e'en the rude bucket that hung in the well.
The old oaken bucket, the iron bound bucket,
The moss covered bucket that hung in the well,
that hung in the well,
The old oaken bucket that hung in the well.