the e-ri-e:
traditional song
song sample:
lyrics:
we were forty miles from albany,
forget it i never shall,
what a terrible storm we had one night
on the e-ri-e canal.
refrain:
oh 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-o-o,
till we get to buffalo.
loaded down with barley,
we were chuck up full of rye;
and the captain he looked down at me
with his bloodshot wicked eye.
refrain:
girls are in the police gazette,
crew are all in jail;
i'm the only living sea cook's son
that's left to tell the tale.






the e-ri-e
the_e-ri-e.pdf
