I told a fella I'd sing him a song about Vermont.This was written by John Nutting.It was a poem, and Margaret MacArthur,the great singer from there, traditional singer,put a tune to it.The guy wrote it watching a fellatry to mow one of the fields in Vermont,and it's just like trying to mow a graveyard in one sweep,you know.So he saw this sort of as a comment...about how the ways of the Northeastern states have gone.There's a chorus in here, too, which you'll get.
