You can see that "Albany Jail" is very closely related.
-Joe-
From Folk Songs of the Catskills (Cazden, Haufrecht, Studer)


168. The Albany Jail
In his article, "Catskill Lockup Songs" (NYFQ 16), Norman Cazden confidently ascribed this song text of George Edwards to the singer's father, Jehila "Pat" Edwards. The tune, which is a variant of #178, "I Walk the Road Again," was also then deemed unique to the Catskill tradition. Neither claim has proven valid. Observations about the provenance of the tune are given with #178, and they have served as subject of a paper by Cazden, read to the sessions of the Society for Ethnomusicology in 1972.
The text of The Albany Jail is unquestionably a shorter form of The Soo St. Many's Jail, collected in Ontario. That has a tune of the same strain, such as has proven to be common in the lumbercamp tradition. In her notes to that version, Edith Fowke generously suggests that the Ontario form derived from the Catskill "original," but there is indeed nothing to support such a conjecture. Quite as likely, the migration went the other way 'round, traveling the route of the itinerant lumbermen.
It is even more probable that both forms derive from an older model, perhaps still to be found in Irish sources, as with the tune. Regarding that possibility of an ancestral form, it is perhaps striking that neither of the place names, Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario or Albany, New York, fit properly to the rhythm of the tune.
The Albany Jail is almost certainly not about anything that could have happened to George Edwards himself, though he refrained most carefully and elaborately from saying so. Yet he was not to be outdone by any other singer, even where the theme of a lockup song came uncomfortably close to suggesting personal experience, in this instance of his father.
Harold Thompson notes another song text called The Albany Jail. It is a fragment lacking in narrative content, and it is more likely related to #169, The Delhi Jail.

The Albany Jail
As sung by George Edwards

i. Come all you good old people, listen to my rhyme
Of a gay and a galliant crowd traveled in their time;
It's of a gay and a galliant crowd that suffered a world of pain,
And little did they think to find themselves in Albany Jail.

2. 'Twas on the fourteenth of July I got so awful tight
A-taking shoats to Binghamton, I got into a fight;
The civvies and the brakesmen, with clubs they did me besail;
They marched me right straight over to the Albany Jail.

3. They took us to the squire's and they searched me through and through;
Little did they find upon me except a stump or two;
They put me under five hundred dollars; of course I could get no bail,
They marched me right straight back again to Albany Jail.

4. They put me in the cell, it was on the second floor;
When I wanted anything, I'd rap upon the door;
When the bread'd come around, I'd shove out my little pail
To get my bootleg coffee in Albany Jail.

s. Every Sunday's morning they'd open the outside door:
listened to the preacher until my ears got sore;
I listened to the girl that played onto her pianner:
I took another distance from Albany Jail.