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The Other Whiskey Rebellion

The Other Whiskey Rebellion

The original Whiskey Rebellion, was in seventeen ninety-four;
When Colonists from western Pennsylvania, demanded to pay tax on it no more!
But there also was a second one, in nineteen forty-two;
At Fort Sill, Oklahoma, it’s tale I shall now tell you!
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My Father there got stationed, after his basic training’s end;
Oklahoma was a dry state, no alcohol could they vend!
Somehow, he became a Staff Sergeant, after talking to the base C.O.;
He offered to bootleg whiskey, and to Texas would he go!
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His partner was Broadway Johnny, from the New York City Mob;
Together they ran their business, liquor available by the gobs!
Both their orders never came through, to get shipped to overseas;
But the Colonels and the Generals, always had their taboo whiskies!
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My Father had three brothers, who all were sent to foreign lands;
But he never left old Fort Sill, with the help of C.O.’s hands!
The dry state was circumvented, the booze was e’er aflow;
The Other Whiskey Rebellion, about which Historians little know!
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                                  Furloughs from service
                             Granted by thirsty Big Brass
                                  Bottoms up not down

 

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Larry Ran

Hi Kieran,

Work is the curse of the Proletariats. 
Poetry is the music of Angels.

Peace and Love,
Larry xxx
 

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