“Chateaugay’s Back Roads, A Bootlegger’s Dream”

Prithee, hear ye tale of town so grand,
Whose past doth shine with vibrant hues of old,
When wars had ceased and wealth was at hand,
Yet battles raged o’er liquor, bought and sold.

Bootlegging and hijacking ruled the day,
In this bordertown, the center of the fray.
On lonely roads, contraband was shipped,
From wet Canada to dry U.S. equipped.

The bootleggers, with ingenuity great,
Did plan and plot their routes with care.
Their laden caravans, both small and great,
Crossed back roads and fields without a snare.

Yet some were caught, by weather or by foe,
And tales of stool-pigeons, they did know.

Though a hundred years have passed and gone,
Mem’ries of the Prohibition linger on.
Chateaugay’s back roads, a bootlegger’s dream,
Where fortunes were won, and lost, it doth seem.