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• The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, which hung in the well.
  -- Samuel Woodworth (1785-1842) -- The Old Oaken Bucke...
• Then soon with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well.
  -- Samuel Woodworth (1785-1842) -- The Old Oaken Bucke...
• There was a place in childhood that I remember well, And there a voice of sweetest tone bright fairy tales did tell.
  -- Samuel Lover (1797-1868) -- My Mother dea...
• How cruelly sweet are the echoes that start When memory plays an old tune on the heart!
  -- Eliza Cook (1817-1889) -- Old Dobbi...
• When you're away, I'm restless, lonely, Wretched, bored, dejected
  only Here's the rub, my darling dear I feel the same when you are near....
• When you're away, I'm restless, lonely, Wretched, bored, dejected
  only Here's the rub, my darling dear I feel the same when you are near....
• When you're away, I'm restless, lonely Wretched, bored, dejected, only Here's the rub, my darling dear, I feel the same when you are hear.
  -- Samuel Hoffenstein, "Poems in Praise of Practically Nothing...
• When Fate gets nauseous, my life is always the bucket!