The legend lives on from the chippewa on downof the big lake they called gitche gumeethe lake, it is said, never gives up her deadwhen the skies of november turn gloomywith a load of iron ore twentysix thousand tons morethan the edmund fitzgerald weighed emptythat good ship and true was a bone to be chewedwhen the gales of november came earlythe ship was the pride of the american sidecoming back from some mill in wisconsinas the big freighters go, it was bigger than mostwith a crew and good captain well sea