Crooked Still—Captain, Captain
Captain, Captain, tell me true
does my sweet Willie sail with you?
No my dear, he isn't here
for he is drowned in this ocean, dear
Answer me, oh give me joy
for I love my soldier boy
Oh no, lady, he's not here.
Dropped down dead in the gulf, my dear
Get me a chair to sit upon,
and pen and ink, come write it down
On every line I will shed a tear:
on every verse cry oh, my dear.
Captain, Captain, build me a boat,
out on these waters I must float
Searching for my Willy dear,
for he has drowned in this ocean dear