O Captain, my Captain our fearful trip is donenThe ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is wonnThe port is near, the bells I hear, the people are exulting, nWhile follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring nBut O heart! heart! heart! nO the bleeding drops of red, nWhere on the deck my Captain lies, nFallen cold and dead. n nO Captain, my Captain (x3)nnO Captain, my Captain rise up and hear the bells nRise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trillsnFor you bouquets and ribboned wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding nFor you they call (the swaying mass)ntheir eager faces turning (their eager faces turning)nHere Captain! dear father! nThis arm beneath your head nIt is some dream that on the deck, nYou’ve fallen cold and dead. Dead.n nnMy Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still nMy father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will nThe ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done nFrom fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with this object wonnExult, O shores, and ring, O bells! nBut I, with mournful tread, nWalk the deck my Captain lies, nFallen cold and dead. Fallen cold and dead.n