Oh, captain, my captain.
Our fearful trip is done.
the ship has weathered
is near, the bearers I hear, the
People all exulting, while fellow eyes were
steady keel the vessel grim
and Derry but Walter
Oh, Captain, my Captain,
Rise up and hear the bell.
Rise up for you.
The flag is...
For yule bouquets and ribboned wreaths
For you the shores are crowding,
For you they call persuade.
Their eager faces
Your captain, dear father.
This arm beneath your head
dream that on the deck you'll
My captain does not
My father does not fear.
sound, its void closed and done.
From here to trip, the victor ship,
comes in with object one.
Exalt, O shores, and ring, O bells,
But I with mournful tread
Walk the deck, my captain lies.
Thank you.
