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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 Canal

Oh, the E-ri-e was a-rising

And gin was getting low

And I scarcely think

We’re gonna get a little drink

Till we get to Buffalo-o-o

Till we get to Buffalo

We were loaded down with barley

We were loaded down with rye

And the captain, he looked at me

With a gol-durn wicked eye

The captain he come up on deck

With a spyglass in his hand

But the fog it was so tarn-ol' thick

That he couldn’t spy the land

The cook she was a grand ol' gal

She had a ragged dress

And we hoisted her upon a pole

As a signal of distress

Well, the captain, he got married

And the cook, she went to jail;

And I’m the only son-of-a-gun

That’s left to tell the tale

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