CHORUS: Sweet Mother Michigan, Father Superior,
Coming down from Canada and Sault St. Marie,
Blue water Huron flow down to Lake Erie-O
Off to Ontario and on out to sea.

The Great Lakes are a diamond on the hand of North America,
Brightly shining jewel on the friends they're bordering.
Blue water highway, coming down from Canada,
All along their coast lines you can hear them sing. CHORUS

Hardy are the seamen on the ships that load the iron ore,
Coming down from Thunder Bay and bound for Buffalo.
Mighty are the fishermen, just like their fathers were before.
They say they'll bury me at sea when it comes my time to go. CHORUS

Down below the quarter deck, old men mend the fishing nets.
Up above the windy bridge, young men work into the wind.
All along the Windsor Straits, wives and mothers lie awake
And pray Our Lady of the Lake will bring them home again. CHORUS
^^
I may have a few of the words wrong.
CAP'T BOB