How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view.
Samuel WoodworthThe old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, which hung in the well.
Samuel WoodworthHow dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view.
Samuel WoodworthThe old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, which hung in the well.
Samuel Woodworth