The Wreck Of the Lady Fitzgerald
Arranged by Michael Pereckas, 2003, borrowing from:
The Lady, by Jody Krangle
Wreck Of the Edmund Fitzgerald, by Gordon Lightfoot
Asteroid Ore, by Robin Nakkula
The Flowers Of Bermuda, by Stan Rogers
After hearing Jodi Krangle's "The Lady," I somehow noticed that
it is possible to sing Gordon Lightfoot's "The Wreck of the Edmund
Fitzgerald" to that tune. I then thought that if one shipwreck song
fits, so must some others. Thus "Asteroid Ore" by Robin Nakkula and
"The Flowers of Bermuda" by Stan Rogers found their way into "The
Wreck of the Lady Fitgzerald," a song that I did not so much write as
assemble from bits chipped off of other songs with a big mallet.
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| The Legend lives on from the | Chippewa on down |
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Of the | big lake they | call Gitchee | Gumee |
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| The lake, it is said, never | gives up her dead |
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When the | skies of Nove | mber turn | gloomy. |
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But the | Lady is faithful, she | rides the Great Lakes |
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As the | big freighters go, she is b | igger than most |
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She | speeds 'cross the water, smoke | trails from her stack |
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And the | crew hopes she'll | carry them | home |
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| The Captain takes iron ore | on in the night |
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From the | mine it will | sail to the | mill |
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| The dust got so thick that the | filters it closed |
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Derry d | own, | down, d | erry down |
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The | Lady is faithful, she | sails bravely on |
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The | wind in the wires makes a | tattletale sound, |
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The | maydays screamed over the | radio bands |
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The | good ship and | crew was in | peril, |
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Where water leaks in through a | hole. | .. |
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The | ship is far cleaner than | ever before |
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The | waves wash ore | dust from her | decks |
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| They could smell the flowers of the | upper midwest |
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When the g | ales of No | vember came | early |
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Still the | Lady is faithful, the | Great Lakes she'll tame |
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Both | animal and mineral, she'll | carry the same |
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She s | peeds 'cross the water, | her screws urge her on |
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And the | crew knows she'll | never see | home. |
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Where water leaks in through a | hole. | .. |
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The | searchers all say they'd have | made Whitefish Bay |
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If they'd | put fifteen | more miles | behind 'em. |
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| They might have split up or they | might have capsized, |
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They | may have broke | deep and took | water. |
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But the | Lady stayed faithful, em | bracing her crew |
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Though their | days of fast living were | certainly through... |
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And what | songs they inspired, | they never knew |
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As their | ship came to | rest far from | home. |
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And the | Lady would | never more | roam. |