Lyrics:
We were forty miles from AlbanyForget it I never shallWhat a terrible storm we had one nightOn the E-ri-e CanalOh, the E-ri-e was a-risin'And the gin was a-getting' lowAnd I scarcely think we'll get a drinkTill we get to BuffaloTill we get to BuffaloWell, the barge was full of barleyAnd the crew was full of rye;The captain he looked down on meWith a dag-gone wicked eyeOh, the E-ri-e was a-risin'And the gin was a-getting' lowAnd I scarcely think we'll get a drinkTill we get to BuffaloTill we get to BuffaloWell, the captain he stood up on deckWith a spyglass in his handAnd the fog it was so doggone thickThat he couldn't spy the landOh, the E-ri-e was a-risin'And the gin was a-getting' lowAnd I scarcely think we'll get a drinkTill we get to BuffaloTill we get to BuffaloNow two days out from SyracuseThe vessel struck a shoalWe'd like to all be foundered onA chunk of Lackawanna coalOh, the E-ri-e was a-risin'And the gin was a-getting' lowAnd I scarcely think we'll get a drinkTill we get to BuffaloTill we get to BuffaloThe cook she was a grand old galShe wore a raggedy dress;We heisted her upon the poleAs a signal of distressOh, the E-ri-e was a-risin'And the gin was a-getting' lowAnd I scarcely think we'll get a drinkTill we get to BuffaloTill we get to BuffaloNow the captain he got marriedThe cook she went to jailAnd I'm the only son of a sea cookLeft to tell the taleOh, the E-ri-e was a-risin'And the gin was a-getting' lowAnd I scarcely think we'll get a drinkTill we get to BuffaloTill we get to Buffalo