3rd Grade

The Erie Canal: Traditional New York Work Song


Verse 1 :
I’ve got a mule her name is Sal, Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal, 

She’s a good hard worker and a real good pal! Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal

We’ve hauled some barges in our day, filled with lumber coal and hay,

From Buffalo we’re starting a trip, and it’s a slow but a very good ship


Oh! Low bridge, everybody down, Low bridge we’re a coming to a town

And you’ll always know your neighbor, you’ll always know your pall, 

If you’ve ever navigated on the Erie Canal!

Verse 2: 

Git up, old Sal, lets pass the lock, Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal

In Schenectady today at six o’clock, Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal

It’s all the time the same old haul, Glad to reach my port of call, 

A hundred friends will greet me “hello” From Albany to Buffalo


Oh! Low bridge, everybody down, Low bridge we’re a coming to a town

And you’ll always know your neighbor, you’ll always know your pall, 

If you’ve ever navigated on the Erie Canal! 


This Land is Your Land words and music by Woody Guthrie


This land is your land, this land is my land, 

from California, to the New York Islands

From the redwood forest, to the Gulf Stream waters. 

This land was made for you and me. 


As I was walking, that ribbon of highway

I saw above me, that endless skyway

I saw below me, that golden valley, 

This land was made for you and me. 


I’ve roamed and rambled, 

and I followed my footsteps, 

To the sparkling sand of

Her diamond deserts

And all around me, a voice was sounding, 

This land was made for you and me. 

When the sun comes shining, 

And I was strolling, 

And the wheat fields waving, 

And the dust clouds rolling

As the fog was lifting, 

A voice was chanting

This land was made for you and me


This land is your land, this land is my land, 

from California, to the New York Islands

From the redwood forest, to the Gulf Stream waters. 

This land was made for you and me.


On top of Spaghetti: Words and music by Tom Glazer


On top of spaghetti, All covered with cheese, I lost my poor meatball, when somebody sneezed.


It rolled off the table, and onto the floor, and then my poor meatball, rolled out of the door. 


It rolled in the garden, and under a bush, and then my poor meatball, was nothing but mush. 


The mush was as tasty, as tasty could be, and early next summer, it grew into a tree


The tree was all overed, with beautiful moss, it grew lovely meatballs, and tomato sauce, 


So if you eat Spaghetti, all covered with cheese, hold onto your meatballs, and don’t ever sneeze!