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American Ballads and Folk Songs
Oh, the E-ri-e was a-rising, The gin * was getting low,
And I scarcely think
We'll get a drink Till we get to Buffalo, Till we get to Buffalo.
We were loaded down with barley, We were chock-up full of ryej And the captain he looked down at me With his goddam wicked eye.
Oh, the girls are in the Police Gazettey The crew are all in jail; I'm the only living sea cook's son That's left to tell the tale.
THE RAGING CAN-ALL f
Come list to me, ye heroes, ye nobles, and ye braves, For I've been at the mercy of the winds and the wavesj I'll tell you of the hardships to me that did befall While going on a voyage up the Erie can-all j
From out of this fam'd harbor we sailed without fear, Our helm was put hard up, and for Albany did steer; We spoke full fifty craft, without any accident at all, Until we passed into that 'ere raging can-all.
It seemed as if the Devil had work in hand that night, For our oil was all out, and our lamps they gave no light;
* In Walter D. Edmonds's Rome Haul, "strap."
f From Negro Forget-Me-Not Songster, Containing all the negro songs ever published toith a choice
collection of ballad songs, now sung in concerts (Cincinnati: Bratton & Barnard, 1848).