LAMOILLE RIVER
by John Nutting
They're cleaning up our river, sterilizing our stream
It will be the purest that you've ever seen
You can run it in your bathtub, even drink it too
They're changing the Lamoille from dirty brown to blue
She wanders down through Hardwick, slides around the bend
Eats away at the print shop and the cleaner's, my friend
Still we love her dearly, even though she smells
What'll we do with our sewage? We've already filled our wells
They dammed her up in Morrisville, made a little lake
Old folks sit around her, their pleasure to take
The trout would like to live there, but the taste is much too
strong
One drink of Lake Lamoille, and they'd all be dead and gone
There's one good thing about her, she does it every spring
Overflows her banks to deposit many things
Upon the farmer's fields and in the maple wood
Our river only needs to be better understood
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LAMOILLE RIVER
by John Nutting
They're cleaning up our river, sterilizing our stream
It will be the purest that you've ever seen
You can run it in your bathtub, even drink it too
They're changing the Lamoille from dirty brown to blue
She wanders down through Hardwick, slides around the bend
Eats away at the print shop and the cleaner's, my friend
Still we love her dearly, even though she smells
What'll we do with our sewage? We've already filled our wells
They dammed her up in Morrisville, made a little lake
Old folks sit around her, their pleasure to take
The trout would like to live there, but the taste is much too
strong
One drink of Lake Lamoille, and they'd all be dead and gone
There's one good thing about her, she does it every spring
Overflows her banks to deposit many things
Upon the farmer's fields and in the maple wood
Our river only needs to be better understood
by John Nutting
They're cleaning up our river, sterilizing our stream
It will be the purest that you've ever seen
You can run it in your bathtub, even drink it too
They're changing the Lamoille from dirty brown to blue
She wanders down through Hardwick, slides around the bend
Eats away at the print shop and the cleaner's, my friend
Still we love her dearly, even though she smells
What'll we do with our sewage? We've already filled our wells
They dammed her up in Morrisville, made a little lake
Old folks sit around her, their pleasure to take
The trout would like to live there, but the taste is much too
strong
One drink of Lake Lamoille, and they'd all be dead and gone
There's one good thing about her, she does it every spring
Overflows her banks to deposit many things
Upon the farmer's fields and in the maple wood
Our river only needs to be better understood