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 pulsenor 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. Oh shores and ring. Oh bells But l, with mournful tread, Walk the deck my captain lies, Fallen cold and deadHere, 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, Oh shores! and ring, Oh bells! But I,with mournful tread, Walk the deck my captain lies, Fallen cold and dead