Oh Captain,  My Guide,

Our fear like a wave

Caught our dear ship,  will we be saved?

Is this our end, as the wind beats the stern,

Will this be one more mooring we are earn?

All our former victories matter not now,

Will the anchor hold, can we make it somehow?

Or will we hear the bell,  the final bell toll?

As the ladies we love wait for us to reach home?

The watching ones waiting as hours click by,

We will keep fighting so they will not cry.