{ Monthly Archives }
July 2006
Random photos from Lockport NY
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I’ve got a mule, her name is Sal,
Fifteen years on the Erie Canal.
She’s a good ol’ worker and a good ol’ pal,
Fifteen years on the Erie Canal.
We’ve hauled some barges in our day,
Filled with lumber, coal, and hay,
And we know ev’ry inch of the way,
From Albany to Buffalo.
Chorus:
Low bridge, ev’rybody down!
Low bridge, for we’re comin’ to a town!
And you’ll always know your neighbor,
You’ll always know your pal,
if you’ve ever navigated on the Erie Canal.
We better get on our way, old pal,
Fifteen years on the Erie Canal.
‘Cause you bet your life I’d never part with Sal,
Fifteen years on the Erie Canal.
Get up there mule, here comes a lock,
We’ll make Rome ’bout six o’clock,
One more trip and back we’ll go,
Right back home to Buffalo.
