O Captain! my Captain! O whence shall I begin?
You commandeered that vessel—your tonic mixed with gin.
With drink in hand, you passed the band playing through the
night.
With you, O Captain, I will stand; this crew I shall smite!
But O heart! heart! heart!
Calm my nerves outside this door;
For what’s to come in the wheelhouse,
Shakes me to my core.
O Captain! my Captain! Grab the wheel; take a swig;
I’ll lock these filthy captives tightly in the brig.
Skipper this ship forth between the Mississippi banks,
Show your scurvy squad why they shan’t ever break their
ranks;
Here Captain! dear Captain!
Let’s toast to your success!
O shiver me timber,
Riverboats
are the best.
Time has come, my Captain, to dock this for the night.
Skylines in the moonlight, O what a beautiful sight,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and
done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with objects
won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
All ye in the city,
For Captain Maddie Redbeard,
The scourge of the Mississippi.
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