| lyric | 1. We were forty miles from Albany,
Forget it I never shall;
What a terrible storm we had one night
on the Erie Canal.
Chorus:
Oh, the Erie was a rising,
And the gin was getting low,
And I scarcely think we’ll get a drink
’Till we get to Buffalo.
2. We were loaded down with barley,
We were chuck up full of rye,
And the captain, he looked down at me
With his goldurn wicked eye.
3. Our captain, he came up on deck,
With a spy glass in his hand,
And the fog, it was so darned thick
That he couldn’t spy land.
4. Two days out from Buffalo
The vessel struck a shoal,
And we like to all been foundered
On a chunk o’ Lackawanna coal.
5. The winds begin to whistle
And the waves begin to roll
And we had to reef our royals
Onthe raging Canal.
6. We hollered to the captain
On the towpath, treadin’ dirt;
He pumped on board and stopped the leak
With his old red flannel shirt.
7. When we got to Buffoalo
The off-mule he was dead,
The nigh mule got blind staggers.
And we cracked him on the head.
8. The captain he got married,
The cook, he went to jail;
And I’m the only sea-cook’s son.
That’s left to tell the tale. |