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The legend lives oBn from the Chippewa on down F#m
of the Abig lake they Ecalled "Gitche BGumee."
The lake, it is said, never F#mgives up her dead
when the Askies of ENovember turn Bgloomy.
With a load of iron ore twenty-six F#mthousand tons more
than the AEdmund EFitzgerald weighed Bempty,
that good ship and true was a F#mbone to be chewed
when the "AGales of ENovember" came Bearly.
The Bship was the pride of the F#mAmerican side
coming Aback from some Emill in BWisconsin.
As the big freighters go, it was F#mbigger than most
with a Acrew and good Ecaptain well Bseasoned,
concluding some terms with a F#mcouple of steel firms
when they Aleft fully Eloaded for BCleveland.
And later that night when the F#mship's bell rang,
could it Abe the north Ewind they'd been Bfeelin'?
The wind in the wires made a F#mtattle-tale sound
and a Awave broke Eover the Brailing.
And ev'ry man knew, as the F#mcaptain did too
'twas the Awitch of ENovember come Bstealin'.
The dawn came late and the F#mbreakfast had to wait
when the AGales of ENovember came Bslashin'.
When afternoon came it was F#mfreezin' rain
in the Aface of a Ehurricane Bwest wind.
When suppertime came the old F#mcook came on deck sayin'.
"AFellas, it's Etoo rough t'Bfeed ya."
At seven P.M. a main F#mhatchway caved in; he said,
"AFellas, it's Ebin good t'Bknow ya!"
The captain wired in he had F#mwater comin' in
and the Agood ship and Ecrew was in Bperil.
And later that night when 'is F#mlights went outta sight
came the Awreck of the EEdmund FitzBgerald.
Does any one know where the F#mlove of God goes
when the Awaves turn the Eminutes to Bhours?
The searchers all say they'd have F#mmade Whitefish Bay
if they'd Aput fifteen Emore miles beBhind 'er.
They might have split up or they F#mmight have capsized;
they Amay have broke Edeep and took Bwater.
And all that remains is the F#mfaces and the names
of the Awives and the Esons and the Bdaughters.
Lake Huron rolls, SuF#mperior sings
in the Arooms of her Eice-water Bmansion.
Old Michigan steams like a F#myoung man's dreams;
the Aislands and Ebays are for Bsportsmen.
And farther below Lake F#mOntario
takes Ain what Lake EErie can Bsend her,
And the iron boats go as the F#mmariners all know
with the AGales of NoEvember reBmembered.
In a musty F#mold hall in Detroit they prayed,
in the "AMaritime ESailors' BCathedral."
The church bell chimed 'til it rang F#mtwenty-nine times
foAr each man Eon the EdmuBnd Fitzgerald.
The Blegend lives on from the F#mChippewa on down
of the Abig lake they Ecall "Gitche BGumee."
"Superior," they said, "never F#mgives up her dead
when the Agales of NoEvember come Bearly!"
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