O Captain! My Captain!

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This is Radio on the Shelf featuring Jevelanus with My Captain.

Oh, Captain, my Captain A fearful trip is done The ship has weathered every wrack The prize we sought is won The port is near and the bells I hear The people all exulting While fallow hides the steady keel The vessel grim and derring No heart, heart, heart Oh, the bleeding drops of red We're on the deck, my captain lies Falling cold and dead Oh captain, my captain Rise up and hear the bell Rise up for you, the flag is flung For you, the bugle trills Oh, bouquets and ribbon trees For you the shores are crowding For you they call the swaying masts Their eager faces turning Here, Captain Dear father This arm beneath your head It is some dream That on the day 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 no will the ship is anchored safe and sound It's boy, it's closed and done.

From fearful trip, the victor's ship, it comes in with object won.

Exalt, O shores, and ring a bell.

Oh, but I with mournful dread I'll walk the deck, my captain lied, fallen cold and dead.

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