Then soon with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well.
Then soon with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well.
How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view.
The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, which hung in the well.
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