Samuel Woodworth. The Old Oaken Bucket J How dear to my heart are the scenes of my child-hood,When fond reo - ol * ] The or - chard, the mead - ow, the deep tan - gled wild-wood, And ev *ry loved Cho.7%^ ^/<tf oak-en buck et, the i» ron-boundbuck'ett The moss*cov-ered ** Fme. a g g£££ 1KJ ! I™ <¦»"¦««¦« mill P g g that hung in the welt. s# by it, The bridge and the rock where the cat - a - ract fell; The cot of my p ^ ^ :p:# £* m =ff: *: d i* . C/er Chorus. m g-Lg: s f ij. g=^ fa ther, the dai - ry-house nigh it, And e'en the rude buck - et that hang in the welL I That moss corered backet I hailed as a treasnre. For often at noon, when returned *rom the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure. The purest and sweetest that nature can yleW. How ardent I seised it, with hands that were glowing, And quick to the white-pefebled bottom It fell. Then soon, with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness, it cose from the welL How sweet from the green, mossy brim to receive As, poised on the curb, it inclined to my lips! Not a full blushing goblet could tempt me to leav* Tho' filled with the nectar that Jupiter sips. And now, far removed from the loved habitation, t f t ill intrusively swell As nd now, far removed from the loved habita The tear of regret will intrusively swell, s fancy reverts to my father's plantation, And sighs for the backet that hung in tfii , weJL THE SOLDIER'S FAREWELL. j. Kinkel, I 1____________N-______________I 1. Ah, love, how can I leave thee?The sad thought deep doth grieve me; But know, whatever befalls me, I 2. No more shall I be-hold theet Or to. my heart en-fold thee; In war's ar-ray ap-pear-ing, The 3. I'll think of thee with longing, When tho'ts with tears come thronging; And on the field, if ly-ing, Til trt-1 si go where honor calls me. ) Soe's stern hosts are nearing. > Farewell, farewell, my own true love! Farewell, farewell, my own true love! breathe thy dear name, dying. ) 2-