Tuesday, September 24, 2013

The Ballad of Whiskey Straight




Let dreamers whine
Of the pleasures of wine
For lovers of soft delight
But this is the song
Of a tipple that’s strong
For men who must toil and fight.

Now the drink of luck
For the man full of pluck
Is easy to nominate
It’s the good old whiskey of old Kentuck
And you always drink it straight..."

A julep's tang
Will diminish the pang
Of an old man's dream of yore,
When meadows were green
And the brook flowed between
The hills he will climb no more;
But the drink of luck For the youth of good pluck,
Who can stare in the eye of fate,
Is the good old whiskey of old Kentuck
And invariably straight.

So here's to the corn
That is growing this morn
All tasseled and gold and gay!
And the old copper still In the sour mash mill
By the spring on the turnpike gray!
May the fount of luck
For the man full of pluck
Flow ever without abate With the good old whiskey of old Kentuck,
And strong and pure and straight.

Old straight whiskey!
That is the drink of life—
Consolation, family, friends and wife!
So make your glasses ready,
Pour fingers three, then—steady!
"Here's good luck to Kentucky and whiskey straight!"


— Young Ewing Alison


Since 2007, September has been known as National Bourbon Heritage Month. This honor reinforces a 1964 Act of Congress that recognized bourbon as "America's Native Spirit." The Ballad of Whiskey Straight is a 19th-century poem written by native Kentuckian Young Ewing Alison.