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From Buffalo to Troy 
From Buffalo to Troy 
I've traveled all around this world And Tonawanda, too, Was cast on desert islands And beaten black and blue; I fought and bled at Bull's Run And wandered since a boy, But I'll never forget the trip I took From Buffalo to Troy. 
cho: For it was tramp, tramp, tramp And tighten in the lines, And watch the playful flies As o'er the mules they climb, Whoa back! Get up! Forget it I never shall, When I drove a team of spavined mules On the E-ri-e Canal. 
The cook we had on board the deck Stood six feet in her socks Her hand was like an elephant's ear And her breath would open the locks; A maid of sixty summers was she Who slept upon the floor And when at night she'd get to sleep, O sufferin', how she'd snore. 
One night on the Erie I couldn't sleep a wink. The crews were all bored down on me Because I refused to drink. Fearful storms and heavy fogs Forget it I never shall, But I'm every inch a sailor there On the E-ri-e Canal. 
As we arrived in Buffalo Sally, Jack and Hank, We greased ourselves in tallow fat And slid right off the plank. Sally's in the poorhouse 
And the rest of the crew's in jail, And I'm the only devil afloat That's left to tell the tale. 
recorded by Frank Warner, George Ward from The Canaller's Songbook, Hullfish Apr98