Oh
Captain, my
Captain, our fearful trip is done.
The ship has weathered every wrack,
the prize we sought is won.
The port is near, the bells I hear,
the people all ex ulting,
While follow wise the steady keel,
The vessel grim and airy.
But, heart, heart, heart,
The bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my
captain lies
Fallen, cold, and dead
Oh, captain, my captain
Rise up and hear the bells
Rise up , for you the flag is flung, for you the bugle trills,
for you bouquets and ribboned
wreaths, for you the shores are crowding,
for you they call the swaying mass, their
See the faces turning
Dear captain, dear father
This arm beneath your head
It is some dream that on
the deck
You've fallen cold and dead
My captain does not answer,
his lips are pale and still.
My father does not feel my arm,
he has no pulse nor will.
A ship is anchored safe and sound,
its voyage closed and done.
From fearful trip,
the victor ship comes in with object one.
Exult,
O shores, and ring,
O bells,
But
I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck, my captain lies,
Fallen, cold and dead.
Fallen, cold and dead.