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ERIE CANAL
From Daniel J. Martin, Kenmore, New York, about May 1, 1933:
It was a long, long trip on the Erie
On the good ship called The Danger.
A short way out from Buffalo
They took me for a stranger.
A long way out we struck a rock
Of Lackawanna coalj
It gave the boat such a hell of a shock
It stowed it quite a hole.
I hollered to my shipmate,
"Put out your flag of truce."
We're every inch a sailor
And we're bound for Syracuse.
;So haul in your bowline,
Stand by your Sire Mule;
Low bridge, dodge your head,
Don't stand there like a foolj
For the Erie it is raging
And the gin is getting low,
And I hardly think we'll get a drink
Till we reach old Buffalo.
From Harper's New Monthly Magazine, December, 1873:
Come, sail-i-ors, landsmen, one and all,
And I'll sing to you the dan-ge-ors of the ra-gi-ing canawl;
For I've been at the mer-d-e of the win-di-as and waves,
And I'm one of the many fellows what expects a watery grave—
We left Al-bi-any a-bout the break of day; As.near as I can remember 'twas the second day of May; We depen-di-ed on our driver, though he was very small, Although we knew the dan-ge-ors of the ra-gi-ing canawL
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