The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring
yay! we are safe now
hooray! we won the war
The all the credits will go to our captain
But O heart! h O the bleeding drops of red Where on the deck my Captain lies,Fallen cold and dead.
o my god ! what happened
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shore crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass
what happened still the ship didn't arrive?
their eager faces turning; Here 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,The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won; Exult O shores, and ring O bells! But I with mournful tread,Walk the deck my Captain lies,Fallen cold and dead..