调：F major•
Verse 1
F
Dm
F
C
F
We were forty
miles from Albany,
Forget it I never shall.
Eb
Bb
Dm
What a terrible storm we had one night
Verse 2
And the gin was a- getting' low,
And I scarcely think we'll get a drink
Bb
C
F
Till we get to Buffalo,
Till we get to Buffalo.
Verse 3
And the crew was full of rye;
Verse 4
And the gin was a- getting' low,
Till we get to Buffalo.
Verse 5
With a spyglass in his hand,
Verse 6
And the gin was a- getting' low,
And I scarcely think we'll get a drink
Bb
F
C
F
Till we get to Buffalo,
Till we get to Buffalo.
Verse 7
The vessel struck a shoal.
Verse 8
And the gin was a- getting' low,
Verse 9
Till we get to Buffalo.
F
The cook she was a grand old gal,
She wore a raggedy dress;
Verse 10
And the gin was a- getting' low,
Till we get to Buffalo.
Verse 11
The cook she went to jail,
Verse 12
the E- ri- e was a- risin',
And the gin was a- getting' low,
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