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we were forty miles from albany,
forget it i never shall.
what a terrible storm we had one night
on the e-ri-e c-n-l.

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 spygl-ss 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.

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