The Erie Canal |
We were forty miles from Albany, Forget it, I never shall! What a terrible storm we had one night On the Erie Canal. Refrain: Oh, the Erie was rising, And gin was getting low, And I scarcely think we'll get a drink Till we get to Buffalo.
2. The winds began to whistle,
3. We were loaded down with barley,
4. Two miles out from Syracuse |
5. We hollered to the captain On the towpath, treadin' dirt; He jumped on board and stopped the leak With his old red flannel shirt. Refrain:
6. When we get to Syracuse
7. The cook she was a grand ol' girl,
8. The captain, he got married, |