Tommy Makem - Erie Canal lyrics

We were forty miles from Albany Forget it, I never shall! What a terrible storm we had one night On the E-ri-e Can*l Chorus: 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 Chorus The captain he come up on deck With a spygla** in his hand But the fog it was so tarn-ol' thick That he couldn't spy the land Chorus 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 Chorus 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