| Sugarbush Cushman lived by the Ruud pond
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| Way up north in Barre Vermont
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| Way up high where the maple trees grow
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| She says «I'm from Vermont and I loves the snow.»
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| In her floppy french cap, seated beneath the maple tree
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| Drinking down the sap, not a care in the world
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| Cause it’s all in her hands as she throws her head back
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| Married by the minister, her mother made the cake
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| And her husband played the drums in a big dance band
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| And they could take the six dollars they made everynight
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| And keep them in hot food in her cast iron pan |