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: | :'''Editor:''' [[User:Stan Sanderson|Stan Sanderson]] ''(added 2004-04-08)''. '''Score information:''' 2 pages {{Copy|Public Domain}} | ||
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==General Information== | ==General Information== | ||
'''Title:''' ''Old Oaken Bucket, The''<br> | |||
{{Composer|George Kiallmark}} | {{Composer|George Kiallmark}} | ||
'''Number of voices:''' 1v '''Voicing:''' Solo Soprano<br> | |||
'''Genre:''' | '''Genre:''' {{pcat|Secular| music}}, [[Folksong]] <br> | ||
{{Language|English}} | {{Language|English}} | ||
'''Instruments:''' {{PnoAcc}}<br> | |||
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'''Description:''' | |||
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:And sighs for the bucket that hung in the well. | :And sighs for the bucket that hung in the well. | ||
[[Category:Sheet music]][[Category:Solo Soprano]] | [[Category:Sheet music]] | ||
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- Editor: Stan Sanderson (added 2004-04-08). Score information: 2 pages Copyright: Public Domain
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General Information
Title: Old Oaken Bucket, The
Composer: George Kiallmark
Number of voices: 1v Voicing: Solo Soprano
Genre: Secular, Folksong
Language: English
Instruments: Piano
Published:
Description:
External websites:
Original text and translations
English text
- How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood
- When fond recollections presents them to view:
- The orchard, the meadow, the deep tangled wildwood,
- And ev'ry 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 fell;
- The cot of my father, the dairy house nigh it,
- And e'en the rude bucket that hung in the well.
- The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket,
- The moss-cover'd bucket that hung in the well.
- That moss covered bucket I hailed as a treasure,
- For often at noon, when return'd from the field,
- I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure,
- The purest and sweetest that nature can yield.
- How ardent I seized it, with hands that were glowing,
- And quick to the white pebbled bottom it fell;
- Then soon, with the emblem of truth overflowing,
- And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well.
- How sweet from the green, mossy brim to receive it,
- As, poised on the curb, it inclined to my lips!
- Not a full flowing goblet could tempt me to leave it,
- Tho' filled with the nectar that Jupiter sips.
- And now, far removed from the loved habitation,
- The tear of regret will intrusively swell,
- As fancy reverts to my father's plantation,
- And sighs for the bucket that hung in the well.