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The legAsus2end lives on from the Chippewa Emon down of the big lake they calleGd Gitche Gumee D Asus Asus
The lakAsus2e, it is said, never givesEm up her dead when the skies of NovembeGr turn gloomy. D Asus2 Asus2
With a loadAsus2 of iron ore twenty-six thousand Emtons more than the Edmund Fitzgerald weiGghed empty, D Asus2 Asus2
That gooAsus2d ship and true was a bone to be Emchewed when the Gales of November came Gearly. D Asus2 Asus2
The shiAsus2p was the pride of the American sidEme coming back from some milGl in Wisconsin D Asus2
As the big Asus2freighters go, it was bigger tEmhan most with a crew and good cGaptain well seasoned, D Asus2
ConcluAsus2ding some terms with a couple a steEmel firms when they left fully loaded for GCleveland. D Asus2
And latAsus2er that night when the ship's beEmll rang could it be the north Gwind they'd been Dfeelin'? Asus2
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The winAsus2d in the wires made a tattle-talEme sound and a wave broke over Gthe railing. D Asus2 Asus2
And ev'Asus2ry man knew, as the captain diEmd too 'twas the witch of NovemberG come stealin'.D Asus2 Asus2
The daAsus2wn came late and the breakfast hEmad to wait when the Gales of November cameG slashin'. D Asus2
When afterAsus2noon came it was freezin' raEmin in the face of a hurGricane west wDind. Asus2
When supperAsus2time came the old cook came on Emdeck sayin Fellas it's too rough tG' feed ya." D Asus2 Asus2
At seAsus2ven P.M. a main hatchwaEmy caved in he said Fellas, it's beenG good t' know Dya Asus2 Asus2
The caAsus2ptain wired in he had water comEmin' in and the good ship and crGew was in peril. D Asus2
And latAsus2er that night when its lights Emwent outta sight came the wreck of the EdmunGd Fitzgerald. D Asus2
Does any Asus2one know where the love of God Emgoes when the waves turn the minutes Gto hours? D Asus2 Asus2
The seaAsus2rchers all say they'd have made WhitefiEmsh Bay if they'd put fifteen more milesG behind 'er. D Asus2 Asus2
They mighAsus2t have split up or they might have Emcapsized they may have broke deep aGnd took water. D Asus2
And allAsus2 that remains is the faces aEmnd the names of the wives and the sonGs and the daughters.D Asus2
Asus2Lake Huron rolls, Superior sEmings in the rooms of Gher ice-water mansDion. Asus2
Old MicAsus2higan steams like a young manEm's dreams the islands and bays areG for sportsmen.D Asus2 Asus2
And farAsus2ther below Lake OntarioEm takes in what LaGke Erie can send hDer Asus2
And the ironAsus2 boats go as the mariners Emall know with the Gales of NovemberG remembered. D Asus2
In a muAsus2sty old hall in DetrEmoit they prayed in the Maritime SaiGlors CathedDral Asus2 Asus2
The chuAsus2rch bell chimed 'til it rang twenty-nEmine times for each man on the Edmund GFitzgerald. D Asus2 Asus2
The legeAsus2nd lives on from the Chippewa Emon down of the big lake they call GGitche Gumee D Asus2 Asus2
SupeAsus2rior they said, never gives uEmp her dead when the gales of NovemberG come early D Asus2
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