O captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weathered 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;
But O heart! heart!...
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The dew is on the heather, |
HE ’s gane, he ’s gane! he ’s frae us torn, Ye hills, near... |
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, |
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OF 1 all the ships upon the blue, He was adored by all his men, |