Saw a piece on TV the other night on prohibition, which reminded of a little ditty my father told me about.
My hometown of Ogdensburg, NY is on the St. Lawrence River, across from Prescott, Ontario, and so it became a hotbed of smuggling bootleg alcohol into the U.S. (an uncle, as an infant, was run over and killed by a rum runner being chased by cops) and many in Northern New York would take the ferry across the river so that they could drink in Canada:
"Four and twenty Yankees, feeling very dry,
Went across the river, to get a drink of rye.
When the rye was opened, the Yanks began to sing,
"God bless America, but God save the King!"
When I was growing up there in the '50s and '60s, the process was reversed. Ontario had a 21-year-old drinking age but New York State, 18. So the Canadians would come to Ogdensburg en mass to drink. This little town had dozens of bars, about a third of them considered Canadian.