cross-posted from: https://lemmy.world/post/51921563
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down Of the big lake, they called Gitche Gumee
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy
With a load of iron ore, twenty-six thousand 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 early
Gorden Lightfoot The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald https://youtu.be/9vST6hVRj2A