THE SMUGGLERS OF BUFFALO
It was on the thirteenth of April as I lay on my bed,
A'thinking of the sorrows that crowned my aching head;
And surrounded I was by officers, and with them I was forced to go
To serve a dreary sentence in the jails of Buffalo.
The Smugglers of Buffalo - Greg Hodapp     https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k3wQiU7Z298