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American Ballads and Folk Songs
Filled with lumber, coal and hay— And every inch of the way I know From Albany to Buffalo-
Low bridge, everybody down,
Low bridge! We're coming to a town!
You can always tell your neighbor, you can always tell your pal,
If you've ever navigated on the Erie Canal.
We'd better look around for a job, Old Gal,
Fifteen years on the Erie Canal,
You bet your life I wouldn't part with Sal,
Fifteen years on the Erie Canal.
Giddap there, Gal, we've passed that lock,
We'll make Rome 'fore six o'clock—
So one more trip and then we'll go
Right straight back to Buffalo*
Low bridge, everybody down;
Low bridge, I've got the finest mule in town.
Once a man named Mike McGintey tried to put over Sal,
Now he's way down at the bottom of the Erie Canal.
Oh! where would I be if I lost my pal? Fifteen years on the Erie Canal, Oh, I'd like to see a mule as good as Sal, Fifteen years on the Erie Canal. A friend of mine once got her sore, Now he's got a broken jaw, 'Cause she let fly with her iron toe And kicked him in to Buffalo.