down of the big lake they call gichigumi.

The lake it is said never gives up its dead when the skies of November turn gloomy.

With a load of iron ore, 26,000 tons more than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty.

That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed when the gales of November came earthy.

Bown, bada-da-da-down.

Boll, down-da-da-da-da-da-l. No, no, no. The ship was the pride of the American side, coming back from some whale in Wisconsin.

As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most of the crew and good captain well-seasoned,

concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms when they left fully loaded for Cleveland,

and later that night, when the ship bell rang, could it be the north wind they were feeling?

Wind in the wires made a tattletale sound And away broke over the railing

And every man knew, as the captain did too,

T'was the witch of November come stealing

The dawn came late, and the breakfast had to wait,

"'when the gales of November came slashing.

"'When afternoon came, it was freezing rain,

"'in the face of a hurricane west wind.

"'When supper-time came, the old cook came on next saying,

"'Fellas, it's too rough to feed you.'

At 7 p.m., a main hatchway gave it in,

he said, fellas, it's been good to know you.

The captain wired in, the odd water coming in,

and the good ship and crew was in peril.

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