In a fit of delirium, after 12 hours in the sugaring shack, I wrote a poem set to music, or if you prefer the more popular term, a song.
The tune is loosely based on the old Bluegrass song “Boil That Cabbage Down”, but the lyrics are 100% about my family and me .
The chords are G, D, C, G, D, A, C, G repeated through both chorus and verses, just in case you ever feel like immortalizing us in a poem set to music.
Chorus G D Boil that water down C G Cook it till it's brown G D The only song that I can sing A C G Is boil that water down Louis was a city boy Who longed for country life Got himself a piece o' land and brought along his wife They worked sunup to sundown To try to make it fine With deer and Bear and Fox And an occasional 'qupine Chorus Their boy was big and strappin' And helped them all he could By puttin' in new windows And stackin' fire wood The Chickadog was happy But sometimes tried to dine On the deer and bear and fox And that occasional 'qupine Chorus One day they got an idea To make 'em something sweet They tapped themselves some maples To make a tasty treat They started in with four taps But how the story goes They tapped into six more trees And watched the water flow Chorus They boiled it in the pole barn They boiled it in the yard Boilin' sap's a good ol' time The work ain't very hard Now syrup's on their pancakes And everything they eat They looked for miles and miles around Their syrup can't be beat Chorus So if you get an inklin' To do just what they done Get yourself a piece o' land And have yourself some fun! Chorus Boil Them Cabbage Down - The Dillards https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eu77tX7uDvc