The Er-i-ee Was A'Rising - Bobby Darin

We were forty miles from Albany

Forget it I never shall

What a terrible storm we had one night

On the ER-I-EE Canal

We were forty miles from Albany

Forget it I never shall

What a terrible storm we had one night

On the ER-I-EE Canal

Ooh… the ER-I-EE was risin'

And the gin was gettin' low

And I scarcely think

We’ll get a little drink

'Til we get to Buffalo

'Til we get to Buffalo

We were loaded down with barley

And the crew was full of rye

And the captain he looked down at me

With a strange look in his eye

The ER-I-EE was risin'

And the gin was gettin' low

And I scarcely think

We’ll get a little drink

'Til we get to Buffalo

'Til we get to Buffalo

Now… the cook she was a grand old gal

She wore a ragged dress

So we hoisted her upon the pole

As a signal of distress

The ER-I-EE was risin'

And the gin was gettin' low

And I scarcely think

We’ll get a little drink

'Til we get to Buffalo

'Til we get to Buffalo

Now… the girls they’re in the Police Gazette

And the crew wound up in jail

And I’m the only son of a sea cook

Left to tell the tale

Ooh… the ER-I-EE was risin'

And the gin was gettin' low

And I scarcely think

We’ll get a little drink

'Til we get to Buffalo

'Til we get to Buffalo

Ooh… the ER-I-EE was risin'

And the gin was gettin' low

And I scarcely think

We’ll get a little drink

'Til we get to Buffa… get to Buffalo

Get to Buffalo

Ooh… the ER-I-EE was risin'