A northwest wind was blowing that day
the Titanic of the Great Lakes
was coming back from mill in Wisconsin
with a crew and captain well-seasoned
Ernest Michael McSorley, Master
John Henkle McCarthy, First Mate
James A. Pratt, Second Mate
George John Holl, Chief Engineer
Edward Francis Bindon, First Assistant Engineer
At suppertime the old cook said
'Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya.'
All that remains is the faces and the names
Blaine Howard Wilhelm, Oiler
Mark Andrew Thomas, Deckhand
John Joseph Poviach, Wheelsman
Gordon F. MacLellan, Wiper
Allen George Kalmon, Second Cook
And the iron boats go with the gales
of November remembered!
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Gordon Lightfoot, 'The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald'
Michael Schmacher, 'Mighty Fitz: '
Ken Kilpatrick, 'Edmund Fitzgerald Lives On in Song'
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