01c. 1813 ADHow dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view.Samuel Woodworth / quote ↗
02c. 1813 ADThen soon with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well.Samuel Woodworth / quote ↗
03c. 1813 ADThe old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, which hung in the well.Samuel Woodworth / quote ↗