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The following song was picked up in six difiFerent states—Texas, Illinois, Washington, Montana, New York, and Pennsylvania—each state contributing a stanza or more not found in the others (see Intro­duction).
I am all the way from Buffalo,
Upon the good boat "Danger^
A long, long trip we had, my boys,
I feel just like a stranger.
Petty fogs, artful storms,
Forget them I never shall;
I am every inch a sailor, boys,
On the Erie Canal.
So haul in yer bowlines,
Stand by the saddle mule;
Low bridge, boys, dodge yer head,
Don't stand up like a fool;
For the Erie is a-risin'
An' the whisky's gittin' low;
I hardly think we'll get a drink
Till we git to Buffalo.
We left Albany harbor About the break of day; If rightly I remember, 'Twas the second day of May. We trusted to our driver;
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