some dream
on the deck you've fallen
cold and dead
with mournful tread
I walk the deck
my Captain lies
the steady keel
the vessel grim and daring
the bleeding drops of red
for you bouquets and
ribboned wreaths
the shores a-crowding
the port is near
the bells I hear
the people all exulting
from fearful trip
the victor ship
comes in
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