Eternal Father, strong to save Whose arm hath bound the restless wave, Who bidd'st the mighty ocean deep Its own appointed limits keep, O hear us when we cry to thee For those in peril on the sea!
Lord, stand beside the men who sail Our merchant ships in storm and gale In peace and war their watch they keep On every sea, on thy vast deep. Be with them Lord, by night and day For Merchant Mariners we pray.
Oh, stately, strifeborn Alma Mater The sound flows softly at thy feet As sunset strikes across its waters And silver notes invoke retreat Now dim the paths and trees in darkness. The stars above our way appoint We'll sleep secure aboard till morning. God steer thee well, Kings Point.
Give us the oil, give us the gas, give us the shells, give us the guns. We'll be the ones to see them thru. Give us the tanks, give us the planes, give us the parts, give us a ship, Give us a hip hoo-ray! and we'll be on our way
HEAVE HO! MY LADS, HEAVE HO! It's a long, long way to go, It's a long, long pull with our hatches full, Braving the wind, braving the sea, Fighting the treacherous foe, HEAVE HO! MY LADS, HEAVE HO! Let the sea roll high or low, We can cross any ocean, sail any river, give up the goods and we'll deliver, Damn the submarine! We're the men of the Merchant Marine! LT(j.g.) Jack Lawrence, USMS
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down Of the big lake they call Gitchigumi The lake, it's said, never gives up her dead When the skies of November turn gloomy.
With a load of iron ore - 26,000 tons more Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty That good ship and crew 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 Wisconson 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 ships bell rang Could it be the North Wind they'd been feeling.
The wind in the wires made a tattletale sound When the wave broke over the railing And every man knew, as the Captain did, too, T'was the witch of November come stealing.
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait When the gales of November came slashing When afternoon came it was freezing rain In the face of a hurricane West Wind.
When supper time came the old cook came on deck Saying fellows it's too rough to feed ya At 7PM the main hatchway gave in He said fellas it's been good to know ya.
The Captain wired in he had water coming in And the good ship and crew was in peril And later that night when its lights went out of sight Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.
Does anyone 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 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 ruins of her ice water mansion Ole 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 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, it rang 29 times For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down Of the big lake they call Gitchigumi Superior, they say, never gives up her dead When the gales of November come early. Gordon Lightfoot
