This is essentially the same as v3 (Penrose), but with the intro and fills added.
Fill A is just the first 4 measures of the intro.

[Intro and Fill B]

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[Fill A ]                                                                       

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[Intro]

         
The legend liv

          
es on from the

 chippewa on d

own 
             
Of the big lak

             
e they called 


"Gitche Gumee"
              
The lake, it i

              
s said, never 


gives up her d

ead
             
When the skies

             
 of November t

      
urn gloomy
              
With a load of

              
 iron ore twen

       
ty-six thousan

d tons more 
             
Than the Edmun

             
d Fitzgerald w

       
eighed empty.
              
That good ship

              
 and crew was 

   
a bone to be c

hewed 
             
When the "Gale

             
s of November"

       
 came early. 

              
The ship was t

              
he pride of th

  
e American sid

e 

             
Coming back fr

          
om some mill i


n Wisconsin
              
As the big fre

              
ighters go, it

      
 was bigger th

an most 
             
With a crew an

             
d good captain


 well seasoned
              
Concluding som

              
e terms with a

  
 couple of ste

el firms 
             
When they left

             
 fully loaded 

    
for Cleveland
              
And later that

              
 night when th

  
e ship's bell 

rang 
             
Could it be th

             
e north wind t

     
hey'd been fee

lin'?
 
[Fill B]
              
The wind in th

              
e wires made a

 
 tattle-tale s

ound 
             
And a wave bro

       
ke over the ra

iling
              
And every man 

             
knew, as the c


aptain did too

, 
             
T'was the witc

             
h of November 

     
come stealin'.
              
The dawn came 

             
late and the b


reakfast had t

o wait 
             
When the Gales

            
 of November c


ame slashin'.
              
When afternoon

             
 came it was f

 
reezin' rain 
             
In the face of

             
 a hurricane w


est wind.

[Fill B]
              
When suppertim

              
e came, the ol

  
d cook came on

 deck 
             
Sayin’. "Fella

             
s, it's too ro

     
ugh to feed ya

."
              
At Seven P.M. 

       
a main hatchwa

y caved in', 
             
he said "Fella

             
s, it's been g

    
ood t'know ya"
              
The captain wi

              
red in he had 


water comin' i

n 
             
and the good s

             
hip and crew w


as in peril.
              
And later that

              
 night when 'i

   
s lights went 

outta sight 
             
Came the wreck

             
 of the Edmund


 Fitzgerald.

[Fill B]
              
Does any one k

              
now where the 

 
love of God go

es 
             
When the waves

             
 turn the minu

 
tes to hours?
              
The searches a

              
ll say they'd 

     
have made Whit

efish Bay 
             
If they'd put 

             
fifteen more m

     
iles behind he

r.
              
They might hav

              
e split up or 

      
they might hav

e capsized; 
             
They may have 

             
broke deep and

 
 took water.
              
And all that r

              
emains is the 

 
faces and the 

names 
             
Of the wives a

             
nd the sons an

 
d the daughter

s.

[Fill B]

              
Lake Huron rol

     
ls, Superior s

ings 
             
In the rooms o

          
f her ice-wate


r mansion.
              
Old Michigan s

             
teams like a y


oung man's dre

ams; 
             
The islands an

             
d bays are for

  
 sportsmen.
              
And farther be

     
low Lake Ontar

io 
             
Takes in what 

             
Lake Erie can 


send her,
              
And the iron b

              
oats go as the

 
 mariners all 

know 
             
with the Gales

        
 of November r

emembered.

[Fill A]
              
In a musty old

           
 hall in Detro

it they prayed

, 
             
In the "Mariti

           
me Sailors' Ca


thedral."
              
The church bel

              
l chimed till 

    
it rang twenty

-nine times 
             
For each man o

             
n the Edmund F

    
itzgerald.
              
The legend liv

              
es on from the

   
 Chippewa on d

own 
             
Of the big lak

             
e they call "G

 
itche Gumee".
              
"Superior", th

              
ey said, "neve

   
r gives up her

 dead 
             
When the 'Gale

             
s of November'

      
 come early!"

[Fill B] ...to fade