A long wooden handle
Flat-end painted stripes
Hung above the doorway
Memories of my youth
A child I remember
The waters lay nearby
Oh Captain, My Captain
Stern forward we do fly
Heading home waters dark
A good catch for the day
Nature’s ire means danger
Cast full into this storm
The oar strapped aside me
In decorative flair
The raft's set into water
Above the ocean’s floor
Take me home, Oh Master!
My wife she sits in wait
This oar that calls my name
Doth bring me Heaven’s gate
The waters sing sweetly
Pulling you deep within
Creates your forever-after
This your watery grave!
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