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