It was on the sixth of April
Lying in my bed
Thinking on the sorrows
that crown my aching head
surrounded I was by officers cruel
and with them forced to go
to serve a long and dreary trip
In the jails of Buffalo
There's such a bunch of devils there
you never saw before
theres robbers theives and highwaymen
and crooks from every shore
they sing a song the whole night long
and curse and spit all so
It serves for entertainment
In the jails of Buffalo
When I am done and pardoned
and once more I am free
I'll go down to Sandusky
my true love for to see
perhaps me boys she'll give me the bounce
when she does come to know
I led a gang of smugglers
To the jails of Buffalo
Well my girl she came from Patterson
The truth to you I'll tell
She was an only daughter
and her parents loved her well
they brought her up in fear of the lord
It's little did they know
She married to a smuggler who
served time in Buffalo
Come all you boys who sail on the lakes
do not a smugglin go
You'll rue the day
they put you away
In the jails of Buffalo

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