We were forty miles from Albany,
forget it I nev er shall
What a terrible storm we had
one night on the Erie Canal
For the Erie was a -risin',
the gin was a -gettin' 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 tarnel -thick
that he couldn't spy the land
Well, the Uriah was a -risin',
the gin was a -gettin' low
And I scarcely think we'll get a drink
till we get to Buffalo,
till we get to Buffalo
Our cook, she was a grand old gal,
she had a ragged dress
We heisted her upon a pole
as a signal of distress
Oh, Uriah was a -risin',
the gin was a -gettin' low,
And I scarcely think we'll get a drink
till we get to Buffalo,
till we get to Buffalo.
The captain, 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.
Oh, the year I was a -risin',
the gin was a -gettin' low
And I scarcely think we'll get a drink
till we get to Buffalo,
till we get to Buffalo