And later that night when the ship’s bell rang Could it be the north wind they’d been feelin’?

That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed When the gales of November came early

The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead When the skies of November turn gloomy

He’s circled us on the calendar and is getting Qarons boy ready for a Tommy Divito like performance

looks at schedule yeah that’s very possible