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 twenty-six thousand 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, she was bigger than most,  
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With a crew and good captain well seasoned.  

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Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms,  
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When they left fully loaded for Cleveland.  
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And later that night when the ship's bell rang,  
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Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?  

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The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound,  
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And a wave broke over the railing.  
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And every man knew, as the captain did too,  
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'Twas the witch of November come stealin'.