Erie
(from Songs Of The Great Lakes)
She's shallow an' muddy an' mean,
She's chuck full of sandbars an' such,
She's pretty when ca'm an' serene,
But she's never that way very much,
You hardly kin sai by the chart,
Her shoals keep a-shiftin' around,
You'll think that you know her by heart
When--crunch!--an' yer boat is aground.
She's blowsy an' bleary,
An' nasty--is Erie,
An' allus just ripe fer a squall;
She makes us all weary
An' ugly, does Erie,
The meanest old lake of them all!
Superior's icy an' rough,
An' Huron is ugly at times,
Old Michigan's frequently tough,
Old Erie--out there in the East--
Has got 'em all distanced in style;
She's a most undependable beast,
With a temper that's certainly vile.
You want to be leery
An' careful of Erie,
She's husky although she is small;
A pugnacious dearie,
A fighter--is Erie--
The meanest old lake of them all!
She's choppy an' fickle an' slick
One minute she's sweet as a dream,
The next--she'll be makin' you sick,
An' standin' the ship on her beam.
The wind-jammers hates her like sin,
The steamers is fond of her--not--
She'd ought to be pinched an' run in,
She's the wickedest one of the lot.
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