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The Erie Canal

 

The Erie Canal

(album: A Collection Of Ballads And Folk Songs, Volume 1 - 1945)


We were forty miles from Albany forget it I never shall
What a terrible storm we had one night on the Eire Canal
Oh the Eire Canal was a-rising, the gin was a-getting low
And scarcely think we'll get a drink till we get to Buffalo till we get to Buffalo

Our captain he came on deck with a spy glass in his hand
And the fog it was so tunnel thick that he couldn't spy the land
Oh the Eire Canal was a-rising, the gin was a-getting low
And scarcely think we'll get a drink till we get to Buffalo till we get to Buffalo

Our cook she was a grand old gal, she had a ragged dress
We hoisted her upon a pole as a signal of distress
Oh the Eire Canal was a-rising, the gin was a-getting low
And scarcely think we'll get a drink till we get to Buffalo till we get to Buffalo

The captain he got married and the cook she went to jail
And I'm the only son of a gun left to tell the tale
Oh the Eire Canal was a-rising, the gin was a-getting low
And scarcely think we'll get a drink till we get to Buffalo till we get to Buffalo

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