How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood,
When fond recollection presents them to view.
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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.

How sweet from the green mossy brim to receive it,
As, poised on the curb, it inclined to my read more

How sweet from the green mossy brim to receive it,
As, poised on the curb, it inclined to my lips!
Not a full blushing goblet could tempt me to leave it,
The brightest that beauty or revelry sips.

Pure water is the best of gifts that man to man can bring,
But who am I that I read more

Pure water is the best of gifts that man to man can bring,
But who am I that I should have the best of anything?
Let princes revel at the pump, let peers with ponds make free,
Whisky, or wine, or even beer is good enough for me.

The cure for anything is salt water -- sweat, tears, or the sea.

The cure for anything is salt water -- sweat, tears, or the sea.

And pines with thirst amidst a sea of waves.

And pines with thirst amidst a sea of waves.

If you wish to drown, do not torture yourself with shallow water.

If you wish to drown, do not torture yourself with shallow water.

Still waters run no mills.

Still waters run no mills.

And so never ending,
But always descending.

And so never ending,
But always descending.

Reuben, thou art my firstborn, my might, and the beginnings of my
strength, the excellency of dignity, and the read more

Reuben, thou art my firstborn, my might, and the beginnings of my
strength, the excellency of dignity, and the excellency of power:
Unstable as water, thou shalt not excel; because thou wentest up
to thy father's bed; then defiledst thou it: he went up to my
couch.