The Songs He Sang
Erie Canal: Lyrics
As performed by Cisco Houston
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. 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 spyglass 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.
Performed by many, with The Weavers holding first place in my mind, but solid and reliable, as always.