The Weavers - Erie Canal

We were forty miles from Albany
Forget it I never shall
What a terrible storm we had one night
On the E-ri-e Canal

Oh, the E-ri-e was a-risin'
And the gin was a-getting' low
And I scarcely think we'll get a drink
Till we get to Buffalo
Till we get to Buffalo

Well, the barge was full of barley
And the crew was full of rye;
The captain he looked down on me
With a dag-gone wicked eye

Oh, the E-ri-e was a-risin'
And the gin was a-getting' low
And I scarcely think we'll get a drink
Till we get to Buffalo
Till we get to Buffalo

Well, the captain he stood up on deck
With a spyglass in his hand
And the fog it was so doggone thick
That he couldn't spy the land

Oh, the E-ri-e was a-risin'
And the gin was a-getting' low
And I scarcely think we'll get a drink
Till we get to Buffalo
Till we get to Buffalo

Now two days out from Syracuse
The vessel struck a shoal
We'd like to all be foundered on
A chunk of Lackawanna coal

Oh, the E-ri-e was a-risin'
And the gin was a-getting' low
And I scarcely think we'll get a drink
Till we get to Buffalo
Till we get to Buffalo

The cook she was a grand old gal
She wore a raggedy dress;
We heisted her upon the pole
As a signal of distress

Oh, the E-ri-e was a-risin'
And the gin was a-getting' low
And I scarcely think we'll get a drink
Till we get to Buffalo
Till we get to Buffalo

Now the captain he got married
The cook she went to jail
And I'm the only son of a sea cook
Left to tell the tale

Oh, the E-ri-e was a-risin'
And the gin was a-getting' low
And I scarcely think we'll get a drink
Till we get to Buffalo
Till we get to Buffalo