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-risin'
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
Our captain he come up on deck
With a spyglass in his hand
And the fog it was so tarnald thick
That he couldn't spy the land
Oh the E-ri-e was a-risin'
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
Our cook she was grand old gal
She had a raggedy dress;
We heisted her upon the pole
As a signal of distress
Oh the E-ri-e was a-risin'
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 captain he got married
And the cook she went to jail
And I'm the only son-of-a-gub
That's left to tell the tale
Oh the E-ri-e was a-risin'
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