The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald

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| The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down,  |
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| Of the big lake they called Gitche Gumee.      |
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| The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead,  |
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| When the skies of November turn gloomy.         |

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| With a load of iron ore, 26,000 tons more,    |
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| Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty.       |
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| That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed,  |
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| When the gales of November came early.          |

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| The ship was the pride of the American side,   |
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| Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin.         |
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| As the big freighters go, it was bigger, you know,  |
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| With a crew and good captain well seasoned.       |

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