I wish I had an eyeglass
Polished brass and bone
To see beyond this ocean
Now I’m going on alone
Oh the captain he is dead
Oh the captain he is dead
The ropes you bound around me
They’re tighter than your fist
And when I come to cutting
They’ll be first upon on my list
Oh the captain he is dead
Oh the captain he is dead
I wish I was in Waterfall
Wading ankles deep
My tongue’s too dry to lick my wounds
And I got no tears to weep
Oh the captain he is dead
Oh the captain he is dead
Standing at my garden gate
Both feet on the ground
I’m heading off to Lovers’ Leap
Gonna watch that ship go down
Oh the captain he is dead
Oh the captain he is dead
Never left the midlands
Never saw the foam
But now I’ve lost that good old man
I’m miles away from home
Oh the captain he is dead
Oh the captain he is dead
I never felt them silken sheets
A-Licking on my skin
But now that captain’s going down
My ship’s coming in
Oh the captain he is dead
Oh the captain he is dead
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