SS Edmund Fitzgerald (nicknamed "Mighty Fitz," "The Fitz," or "The Big Fitz") was an American Great Lakes freighter launched on June 8, 1958. At the time of
its launching, it was one of the first boats to be at or near maximum "St Lawrence Seaway Size" which was 730 feet (220 m) long and 75 feet (23 m) wide.
From its launching in 1958 until 1971 the Fitzgerald continued to be one of the largest boats on the Great Lakes.

On November 10, 1975, while traveling on Lake Superior during a gale, the Fitzgerald sank suddenly in Canadian waters approximately 17 miles (15 nmi; 27
km) from the entrance of Whitefish Bay at a depth of 530 feet (160 m). Although it had reported having some difficulties before the accident, the Fitzgerald
sank without sending any distress signals. Its crew of 29 perished in the sinking with no bodies being recovered. When the wreck was found, it was discovered
that the Fitzgerald had broken in two.

The sinking of the Edmund Fitzgerald is the most famous disaster in the history of Great Lakes shipping. The disaster was the subject of Gordon Lightfoot's
1976 hit song, "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald".
by Gordon Lightfoot

The legend lives on from the Chippewa
on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
The lake, it is said, never gives up her
When the skies of November turn

With a load of iron ore - 26,000 tons
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed
That good ship and true was a bone to
be chewed
When the gales of November came

The ship was the pride of the American
Coming back from some mill in
As the big freighters go it was bigger
than most
With a crew and the Captain well

Concluding some terms with a couple
of steel firms
When they left fully loaded for
And later that night when the ships bell
Could it be the North Wind they'd been

The wind in the wires made a tattletale
And a wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the Captain
did, too,
T'was the witch of November come

The dawn came late and the breakfast
had to wait
When the gales of November came
When afternoon came it was freezing
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 a main hatchway caved in
He said fellas it's been good to know

The Captain wired in he had water
coming in
And the good ship and crew was in peril
And later that night when his lights
went out of sight
Came the wreck of the Edmund

Does anyone know where the love of
God goes
When the waves turn the minutes to
The searchers all say they'd have
made Whitefish Bay
If they'd put fifteen more miles behind

They might have split up or they might
have capsized
They may have broke deep and took
And all that remains is the faces and
the names
Of the wives and the sons and the

Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
In the ruins of her ice water mansion
Old Michigan steams like a young
man's dreams,
The islands and bays are for

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

In a musty old hall in Detroit they
In the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral
The church bell chimed, 'til it rang 29
For each man on the Edmund

The legend lives on from the Chippewa
on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
Superior, they say, never gives up her
When the gales of November come