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The Mermaid

The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald

8,517 posted on 11/10/2020 6:48:56 AM PST by Jemian (War Eagle!)
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To: gubamyster

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8,518 posted on 11/10/2020 6:53:50 AM PST by gubamyster
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To: Jemian

The Mermaid
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JLawrenceKenny
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It was Friday morn when we set sail
And we were not far from the land
When our captain he spied a mermaid so fair
With a comb and a glass in her hand
Chorus:
And the ocean waves do roll
And the stormy winds do blow
And we poor sailors are skipping at the top
While the landlubbers lie down below, below, below
While the landlubbers lie down below
Then up spoke the captain of our gallant ship
And a fine spoken man was he
He said ‘This fishy mermaid has warned me of our doom
We shall sink to the bottom of the sea’

Then up spoke the cabin boy of our gallant ship
And a brave young lad was he
He said ‘I have a sweetheart in Salem by the sea
But tonight she’ll be weeping for me’

Then up spoke the cook of our gallant ship
And a crazy old butcher was he
He said ‘I care much more for my pots and my pans
Than I do for the bottom of the sea’

Three times around spun our gallant ship
And three times around spun she
Three times around spun our gallant ship
And she sank to the bottom of the sea

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NIKK...
Yes, this is a Storm..thanks.


8,523 posted on 11/10/2020 7:01:16 AM PST by STARLIT (The sun itself sees not till heaven clears.)
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No bodies were ever recovered from the wreckage. Later when the wreck was found, it was discovered that the ship had broken in two. It still sits on the bottom of Lake Superior at 530 feet deep. Layout of the Edmund Fitzgerald.

The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald
Gordon Lightfoot
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
The ship was the pride of the American side
Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin
As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
With a crew and good captain well seasoned
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
When they left fully loaded for Cleveland
And later that night when the ship’s bell rang
Could it be the north wind they’d been feelin’?
The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
And a wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the captain did too
T’was the witch of November come stealin’
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
When the gales of November came slashin’
When afternoon came it was freezin’ rain
In the face of a hurricane west wind
When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin’
“Fellas, it’s too rough to feed ya”
At seven PM, a main hatchway caved in, he said
“Fellas, it’s been good to know ya”
The captain wired in he had water comin’ in
And the good ship and crew was in peril
And later that night when his lights went outta sight
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald
Does any one know where the love of God goes
When the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searchers all say they’d have made Whitefish Bay
If they’d put fifteen more miles behind her
They might have split up or they might have capsized
They may have broke deep and took water
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters
Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
In the rooms of her ice-water mansion
Old Michigan steams like a young man’s dreams
The islands and bays are for sportsmen
And farther below Lake Ontario
Takes in what Lake Erie can send her
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
With the gales of November remembered
In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed
In the maritime sailors’ cathedral
The church bell chimed ‘til it rang twenty-nine times
For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they called Gitche Gumee
Superior, they said, never gives up her dead
When the gales of November come early


8,526 posted on 11/10/2020 7:06:04 AM PST by STARLIT (The sun itself sees not till heaven clears.)
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To: Jemian; NIKK

Thanks. Nikk played them for me. Good tie in with storms and sinking ships! The storm is certainly upon us.


8,527 posted on 11/10/2020 7:08:48 AM PST by hoosiermama (When you open your heart to patriotism, there is not room for prejudice. .DJT)
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To: Jemian

Let’s hope it’s not the Ship of State that goes asunder.


8,528 posted on 11/10/2020 7:10:38 AM PST by hoosiermama (When you open your heart to patriotism, there is not room for prejudice. .DJT)
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To: Jemian

Crying...We are broken but we are NOT going to sink. We have a strong President and Vice President and WE MUST BE STRONG TOO! This is a religious battle. God has this and we will fight Jemian as you have reminded us! Thank you so much. Hugs.


8,530 posted on 11/10/2020 7:11:40 AM PST by STARLIT (The sun itself sees not till heaven clears.)
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