Tom: Eb major
Verse 1
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We were forty miles from Albany,
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Forget it, I never shall.
What a terrible storm
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we had one night on the Erie Canal.
Oh, the Erie was a -risin'
and the gin was a -gettin' low,
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And a scarce leth think we'll get a drink
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Till we get to Buffalo,
The captain he came up on deck
With a spyglass in his hand,
But the fog it was so tunnel -thick
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That you couldn't see the land.
Oh, the ear -eye was a -risin'
And the gin, it was a -gettin' low
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And I scarcely think we'll get a drink
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Till we get to Buffalo,
The cook, she was a grand old gal
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So we heisted her upon a pole
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as a signal of distress.
Oh, the Erie was a -risin'
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and the gin it was a -gettin' low,
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And I scarcely think we'll get a drink
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till we get to Buffalo,
Our captain, he got married,
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And the cook, she went to jail,
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And I'm the only son of a gun
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That's left to tell the tale.
Oh, the ira 'i was a -risin'
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And the gin, it was a -gettin' low,
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And scarce they think we'll get a drink
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Till we get to Buffalo,
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Till we get to Buffalo.
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