We were forty miles from Albany
Forget it I never shall
What a terrible
storm we had one night
On the ER-I-EE
Canal.
We were forty
miles from Albany
Forget it I
never shall
What a terrible
storm we had one night
On the ER-I-EE
Canal.
Ooh ... the
ER-I-EE was risin'
And the gin was
gettin’ low
And I scarcely
think
We'll get a
little drink
'til we get to
Buffalo
'til we get to
Buffalo.
We were loaded
down with barley
And the crew
was full of rye
And the captain
he looked down at me
With a strange
look in his eye.
The ER-I-EE was
risin'
And the gin was
gettin’ low
And I scarcely
think
We'll get a
little drink
'til we get to
Buffalo
'til we get to
Buffalo.
Now ... the
cook she was a grand old gal
She wore a ragged dress
So we hoisted
her upon the pole
As a signal of
distress.
The ER-I-EE was
risin'
And the gin was
gettin’ low
And I scarcely
think
We'll get a
little drink
'til we get to
Buffalo
'til we get to
Buffalo.
Now ... the
girls they're in the Police Gazette
And the crew
wound up in jail
And I'm the
only son of a sea cook
Left to tell
the tale.
Ooh ... the
ER-I-EE was risin'
And the gin was
gettin' low
And I scarcely
think
We'll get a
little drink
'til we get to
Buffalo
'til we get to
Buffalo.
Ooh ... the
ER-I-EE was risin'
And the gin was
gettin' low
And I scarcely
think
We'll get a
little drink
'til we get to
Buffa … get to Buffalo …
Get to Buffalo ...
Ooh … the ER-I-EE was risin’ …
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