Image courtesy of Brookfield Museum and Historical Society
A Farmer lived in Brookfield
Up high on a windy hill;
He worked his fields in daytime
But at night he ran a still.
Chief Waramaug, the Sachem,
Who reigned o'er the forest glade
Would send his braves a-hunting
To bargain their catch in trade.
Two fine young bucks on Christmas Eve
Were searching for some deer
When a downdraft from the Farmer's still
Told them of "whiskey-near".
They quickly shot a turkey tom,
Some twenty pounds it weighed.
Then bargained with the Farmer
For the whiskey that he made.
So they traded the jug for the handsome bird,
Then drank of the Christmas Cheer;
And to this day their spirits haunt
This hill called Whisconier.
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