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The legend lives on from
Em
the chippewa on downOf the
G
big
lak
D
e they called
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”Gitche Gumee”The lake, it is said, never
Em
gives up her deadWhen the s
G
kies of N
D
ovember turn gl
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oomyWith a load of iron ore twenty-six
Em
thousand tons moreThan the
G
Edmund
Fitzg
D
erald weighed
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empty.That good ship and crew was a
Em
bone to be chewedWhen the “G
G
ales of N
D
ovember” came e
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arly.
The ship was the pride of the
Em
American
side
Coming
G
back from s
D
ome
mil
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l in WisconsinAs the big freighters go, it was b
Em
igger than mostWith a
G
crew and go
D
od
captain
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well seasonedConcluding some terms with a c
Em
ouple of steel firmsWhen they l
G
eft fully
D
loaded for
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ClevelandAnd later that night when the
Em
ship’s bell rangCould it
G
be the nor
D
th wind they’d
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been
feelin’?
The wind in the wires made a
Em
tattle-tale soundAnd a
G
wave
bro
D
ke over
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the railingAnd every man knew, as the
Em
captain did too,T’was the w
G
itch of
D
November come
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stealin’.The dawn came late and the
Em
breakfast had to waitWhen the
G
Gales
D
of November
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came slashin’.When afternoon came it was
Em
freezin’ rainIn the
G
face
of
D
a hurricane w
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est
wind.
When suppertime came, the old
Em
cook came on deckSayin?.
G
”Fellas,
i
D
t’s too rough t
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o feed ya.”At Seven P.M. a main
Em
hatchway caved in’,he said
G
”Fellas,
i
D
t’s been good
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t’know ya”The captain wired in he had
Em
water comin’ inand the
G
good ship a
D
nd crew w
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as in peril.And later that night when ‘is l
Em
ights went outta sightCame the
G
wreck of t
D
he
Edmund
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Fitzgerald.
Does any one know where the l
Em
ove of God goesWhen the
G
waves turn
D
the
minut
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es to hours?The searches all say they’d have
Em
made Whitefish BayIf they’d
G
put fifteen m
D
ore miles
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behind her.They might have split up or they m
Em
ight have capsized;They
G
may have bro
D
ke deep and
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took water.And all that remains is the
Em
faces and the namesOf the
G
wives and t
D
he sons and
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the
daughters.
Lake Huron rolls, S
Em
uperior singsIn the
G
rooms of h
D
er
ice-w
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ater mansion.Old Michigan steams like a
Em
young man’s dreams;The i
G
slands and
D
bays are for s
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portsmen.And farther below
Em
Lake
OntarioTakes
G
in what La
D
ke Erie can
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send her,And the iron boats go as the
Em
mariners all knowwith the
G
Gales
D
of
Novem
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ber
remembered.
In a musty old hall in D
Em
etroit they prayed,In the
G
”Mariti
D
me
Sailo
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rs’ Cathedral.”The church bell chimed till it r
Em
ang twenty-nine timesFor each m
G
an on the
D
Edmund
Fitzg
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erald.The legend lives on from the Ch
Em
ippewa on downOf the
G
big lake th
D
ey call “Gi
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tche Gumee”.“Superior”, they said, “never g
Em
ives up her deadWhen the
G
’Gales
D
of November’ c
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ome
early!”
These known chords are used in this song.