Vengeance is not ours, it's God's.
^ that's the title :)
Bad Girl Hey! Every Body seems to be staring at me..You! You! All of you!How dare you to stare at me?Why? Is it because I'm a bad girl?A bad girl I am, a good for nothing teen ager, a problem child?That's what you call me!I smoke. I drink. I gamble at my young tender age.I lie. I cheat, and I could even kill, if I have too.Yes, I'm a bad girl, but where are my parents?You! You! You are my good parents?My good elder brother & sister in this society were I live?Look…look at me…What have you done to me?You have pampered and spoiled me, neglected me when I needed you most!In trusted me to a yaya, whose intelligent was much lower than mine!While you go about your parties, your meetings and gambling sessions…Thus… I drifted away from you!Longing for a fathers love, yearning for a mothers care!As I grow up, everything change!You too have change!You spent more time in your pokers, mahjong tables, bars and night clubs.You even landed on the headline of the news paper as crook, peddlers and racketeers.Now, you call my name; accuse me in everything I do to myself?Tell me! How good you are?If you really wish to ensure my futureThen hurry….hurry back home! Where I await you, because I need you…Protect me from all evil influences that will threaten at my very own understanding…But if I am bad, really bad…then, you've got to help me!Help me! Oh please…Help me!
i am angel i have magic stick, i can do anyting, i can save world frome eveil
The first thing you need to do is find a Declamation piece to use. If you are referring to the Dec event in Speech and Debate you need to be certain the piece is published and has been previously performed publicly. Choose a piece that love. It can be funny, serious, but should always have a point.
If you have a time limit for your Declamation you might have to cut your piece to fit time. Be sure to trim the excess, never the necessary bits.
Part of what makes a successful Dec performance is analysis. Go through your script and mark it up. Underline, circle, note moments where a pause would work, where you should increase your pace--make notes of how you wish to perform it. Also, make notes of what the piece is saying. What does it mean? Look at diction; why use this word here? Further, look up any words you do not understand. This might seem tedious, but fully understanding your piece is the only way to present it properly.
As far as the actual speaking/performance goes, be sure to:
-use dynamics (loudness and softness and everything in between)
-variation of pace
-variation of pitch
-variation of tone
-variation of gestures (do not go over-board)
-make eye contact
-try not to stumble over words
-any movement should be done appropriately (move at the beginning of a point typically)
-do not fidget
Use your script to determine what to do vocally/physically. Again, analysis is essential to determine how to present.
Hope this is helpful! If you have any more questions, or want more details, please feel free to leave a message on my board, or check out the link on my bio page.
Jimmy Valvano's ESPY Speech is one of the most moving speeches I've ever heard.
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this is my list (mostly from popular European clubs). sources vary. mostly from internet. appreciate it if others can help to verify.
practising or non-practising moeslem, here's the list;
- Omar Frederick Kanoute (Sevilla)
- Zinedine Yazid Zidane (retired 2006)
- Nicholas Anelka (Shangai Shenhua)
- Robin Van Persie (Arsenal)
- Eric Abidal (Barcelona)
- El Hadji Diouf (Doncaster Rovers)
- Salomon Kalou (Chelsea)
- Nihat Kahveci (retired 2012)
- Diomansy Kamara (Eskisehispor)
- Samir Nasri (Manchester City)
- Zlatan Ibrahimović (AC Milan)
- Hasan Salihamidžic (VfL Wolfsburg)
- Kareem Benzema (Real Madrid)
- Franck Ribery (Bayern Munich)
- Patrick Vieira (retired 2011)
- Edin Džeko (Manchester City)
- Yayah Toure (Manchester City)
- Nuri Şahin (Real Madrid)
- Tuncay Şanlı (VfL Wolfsburg)
- Mesut Özil (Real Madrid)
- Hamit Altıntop (Real Madrid)
- Yıldıray Baştürk (Blackburn Rovers)
- Thiery Daniel Henry (New York Red Bulls)
- Miralem Pjanić (Roma)
- Senijad Ibričić (Lokomotiv Moskva)
- Emir Spahić (Sevilla FC)
- Elvir Rahimić (CSKA Moskva)
- Vedad Ibišević (VfB Stuttgart)
- Senad Lulić (Lazio)sulley muntari ac and zlatan ibrahimovic is not a Muslim
It depends on the guy. Lip piercings can tend to get in the way of kissing too so a boy might find them annoying. If he has them then you could sort of guess that he wouldn't mind much (considering he also has them). It really depends on the guy and if you're curious if the guy you're interested in minds, ask him. Just be casual about it and ask if he likes piercings on girls or if he prefers a girl without piercings.
Child Labour (Speech)
Good morning everyone. My objective today is to talk to you about child labour.
Do you know that of every 100 children in the world today, 16 of them are child labourers, 12 of them are in its worst form, and many will never go to school? There are 246 million child labourers in the world today, most are in developing countries. Some of them are as young as 5, 186 million of them are under 15 and 170 million of them are doing hazardous work and operating dangerous tools or machineries. They are working on farms, plantations, mines, or even construction site, breathing in noxious fumes and exposed to harsh chemicals or dangers. Of every 100 children, more than half will never finish school, escape poverty or even have a decent job. Let me begin by clearly explaining the meaning of the term "child labour". Child labour is the employment of children under an age determined by law or custom. This practice is considered exploitative by many countries and international organizations. Child labour was utilized to varying extents through most of history, but entered public dispute with the beginning of universal schooling, with changes in working conditions during industrialization, and with the emergence of the concepts of workers' and children's rights. So, how can we stop child labour? We can solve these problems by improving child labour legislation and laws and also by increasing the quality, relevance and access to education. Many countries have national child labour laws that establish a minimum age for work and regulate working conditions. However legal protection for child labourers is not effective to the kinds of work children are most involved in, such as agriculture and domestic service. In addition, labour laws in many countries do not cover factories employing less than ten people. It is, therefore, important to extend protection so that laws cover the main places where children work. Education is also a key to ending the exploitation of children. If an education system is to attract and retain children, its quality and relevance must be improved as well. Children who attend school are less likely to be involved in hazardous or exploitative work. They are also more likely to break out of cycles of poverty. The main obstacle to achieving universal primary education is only the inability and/or the unwillingness of governments to provide quality educational facilities for poor children in rural areas and in city shantytowns, because evidence from around the world has shown that poor families are willing to make sacrifices to send their children to school when it is economically and physically accessible. In conclusion, child labour should not happen as our greatest "natural resource" is the mind of the children. If child labour continues, the children will not be able to get a good education and our society cannot improve.
So, let's put our hand together to stop child labour.
face to face
You receive title through the will. There is no conveyance, as title vests in the receiving heir(s) immediately upon decedent's death, subject to legal contingencies or conditions that may require disposal of the property to someone else during probate. Once the estate is settled, the contingent title becomes clear title. The lawyer handing the Estate (Will) should contact you. It can take up to a year or more for a Will to go through Probate (meaning: all challenges are defended, creditors are paid, all personal income tax is paid and all property taxes are paid off, and all priority gifts have been made.) If in doubt, try finding out who the lawyer is and contact him/her.
Heaven's Grocery Store
I was walking down life's highway a long time ago.
One day I saw a sign that read,"Heaven's Grocery Store".
As I got a little closer the door came open wide,
and when I came to myself I was standing inside.
I saw a host of Angels, they were standing everywhere.
One handed me a blanket and said, "My Child shop with care".
Everything a Christian needs is in that grocery store,
and all you can't carry, come back the next day for more
First, I got some Patience, Love was in the same row.
Further down was Understanding, needed everywhere you go.
I got a box or two of Wisdom, a bag or two of Faith,
I just couldn't miss the Holy Ghost, it was all over the place.
I stopped to get some Strength and Courage to help me run this race,
but then my blanket was getting full, and I remembered I needed Grace.
I didn't forget Salvation, which like the others was free,
so I tried to get enough of that to save both you and me.
Then I started to the counter to pay my grocery bill,
for I thought I had everything to do my master's will.
As I went up the aisle, I saw Prayer and had to put it in,
for I knew when I stepped outside, I would run right into sin.
Peace and Joy were plentiful, they were on the last shelf.
Song and Praises were hanging near, so I just helped myself.
Then I said to the Angel, "How much do I owe"?
The Angel smiled and said, "Just take them everywhere you go."
Again, I politely asked "How much do I really owe?"
The Angel smiled again and said,"My Child, Jesus Paid Your Bill
A Long Time Ago."
Here it is. But I think it's incomplete,
Youth's Accountability to society
I am the youth, and certainly, I am the fair hope of my motherland.
In me lies the future of Philippines.
They say that I'm young, and because of my tender age, I'm not capable of doing a serious work. I'm given a lighter and lesser responsibility by the society.
Only the bit parts for me.
The big roles were assigned to adults who are supposedly older, stronger and wiser.
They say that I'm irresponsible and apathetic to the social and political turmoil around me.
My dear classmates, they are mistaken!
They see only the facade of this human structure called youth
Beneath this seemingly unperturbed countenance and I don't care!
Attitudes are a sensitive soul, an eager spirits waiting to be unleashed and a troubling heart full of hope, big breams, and burning ambitions.
That's the real me the youth. I have immense potentialities. My ambition will surely become reality if you help me develop my abilities.
Instead of confusing me, help me find the direction I must take so that I will be a wise young navigator sailing smoothly in the sea of life.
Stormy nights may come, but armed with encouragement from you
I will have enough guts and determination to sail towards the port of my goal and ambitions.
Let's not wait to be tapped, let us volunteer for community projects and other collective undertakings.
If we don't act know, who will do things for us? Who will plant trees that will sustain us? Who will rid of our environment so that we and our children will not suffer?
There are many ways by which we can share towards the progress of our goal and ambitions.
Look for it
bane is nothing but something harmful or against nature or in simple disadvantages.whereas boon is advantages
achievements: Played a major role in spiritual enlightenment of Indian masses; Spread Vedanta philosophy in the West; established Ramakrishna Mission for the service of the poor.
The declamation piece, or soliloquy, beginning with "Alms, Alms, Alms. Spare me a piece of bread" is a popular choice for speech students or competitors. It is called "Vengeance is Not Ours, It's God's," and the text begins like this:
Alms, alms, alms. Spare me a piece of bread. Spare me your mercy.
I am a child so young, so thin, and so ragged.
Why are you staring at me?
With my eyes I cannot see but I know that you are all staring at me. Why are you whispering to one another? Why? Do you know my mother? Do you know my father? Did you know me five years ago?
Yes, five years of bitterness have passed. I can still remember the vast happiness mother and I shared with each other. We were very happy indeed.
Suddenly, five loud knocks were heard on the door and a deep silence ensued. Did the cruel Nippon's discover our peaceful home? Mother ran to Father's side pleading. "Please, Luis, hide in the cellar, there in the cellar where they cannot find you," I pulled my father's arm but he did not move. It seemed as though his feet were glued to the floor.
The door went "bang" and before us five ugly beasts came barging in. "Are you Captain Luis Santos?" roared the ugliest of them all. "Yes," said my father. "You are under arrest," said one of the beasts. They pulled father roughly away from us. Father was not given a chance to bid us goodbye.
We followed them mile after mile. We were hungry and thirsty. We saw group of Japanese eating. Oh, how our mouths watered seeing the delicious fruits they were eating...
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a. Choreography - 30%
b. Timing and Synchronization - 30%
c. Difficulty of Steps/Stunts - 20%
d. Creativity - 10%
e. Costume and Props - 10%
T O T A L - 100%
A beautiful friendship revolves around many important qualities. It's necessary ingredients are trust, sincerity, reliability, helpfulness and support. It is nearly impossible to share a good relation with an individual at the cost of the qualities.
There should be a consistency in these qualities even with the passage of time. Many a times, we happen to come across a few of these qualities, but during tough times, the person doesn't pass the test with flying colours. For example - Josh and Zack's friendship lasted for a span of eight years. Then a bit of misunderstanding happened as if destiny was testing their bond and they separated forever. The saddest part was that neither of them tried to reconcile and get back together.
"A friend is our mirror", as it is said right. So, the choice of a friend should be of utmost care. Let us not be swept off our feet only by one's physical appearance. Remember, God gave us our relatives, but thank God we can choose our friends..!! We can make our life through the right or the wrong choice of friends.
Next, make each line into a complete sentence. Check your grammar and punctuation to be sure they are correct.
Copy these sentences into a paragraph. Try putting them into different order to be sure that your paragraph makes sense and leads the reader from one idea to the next.
"To you ungenerous indeed
Has nature been, my humble friend,
With weakness aye obliged to bend.
The smallest bird that flits in air
Is quite too much for you to bear;
The slightest wind that wreathes the lake
Your ever-trembling head does shake.
The while, my towering form
Dares with the mountain top
The solar blaze to stop,
And wrestle with the storm.
What seems to you the blast of death,
To me is but a zephyr's breath.
Beneath my branches head you grown.
That spread for round their friendly bower,
Less suffering would your life have known,
Defended from the tempest's power.
Unhappily you oftenest show
In open air your slender form,
Along the marches wet and low,
That fringe the kingdom of the storm.
To you, declare I must,
Dame Nature seems unjust."
Then modesty replied the reed:
"Your pity, sir, is kind indeed,
But wholly needless for my sake.
The wildest wind that ever blew
Is safe to me compared with you
I bend, indeed, but never break.
Thus far, I own the hurricane
Has beat your sturdy back in vain,
But wait the end."
Just as the word -
The tempest's hollow voice was heard.
The North sent forth her fiercest child,
Dark, jagged, pitiless, and wild.
The oak, erect, endured the blow;
The reed bowed gracefully and low,
But, gathering up its strength once more
In greater fury than before,
The savage blast
Overthrew, at last,
That proud, old sky-encircled head,
Whose feet entwined the empire of the dead!
The Gettysburg Address. Oration is the giving of a speech. There could be tens or hundreds of thousands of documented speeches. Maybe more. o·ra·tion [ aw ráysh'n ] (plural o·ra·tions)
noun Definition: 1. formal public speech: a speech, lecture, or other instance of formal or ceremonial public speaking
2. pompous speech: a speech that is considered pompous, boring, or inappropriately long
3. public speech showing rhetorical skills: an academic speech that is designed to show the speaker's rhetorical skills, especially a speech given as an exercise in public speaking, often in a public speaking contest
[14th century. < Latin oration-< orat- (see orator)] example: Good And Evil ANTONY The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones.
A declamation is a statement or message delivered loudly or impressively.Examples of Declamation PiecesDesiderata by Max Ehrmann
Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Strive to be happy.Ring Out, Wild Bells by Alfred Lord Tennyson
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Ring out the grief that saps the mind,
For those that here we see no more,
Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.
Ring out a slowly dying cause,
And ancient forms of party strife;
Ring in the nobler modes of life,
With sweeter manners, purer laws.
Ring out the want, the care the sin,
The faithless coldness of the times;
Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes,
But ring the fuller minstrel in.
Ring out false pride in place and blood,
The civic slander and the spite;
Ring in the love of truth and right,
Ring in the common love of good.
Ring out old shapes of foul disease,
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace.
Ring in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
Ring out the darkness of the land,
Ring in the Christ that is to be.If... by Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!The Man with a Hoe by Edwin MarkhamBowed by the weight of centuries he leans
Upon his hoe and gazes on the ground,
The emptiness of ages in his face,
And on his back, the burden of the world.
Who made him dead to rapture and despair,
A thing that grieves not and that never hopes,
Stolid and stunned, a brother to the ox?
Who loosened and let down this brutal jaw?
Whose was the hand that slanted back this brow?
Whose breath blew out the light within this brain?
Is this the Thing the Lord God made and gave
To have dominion over sea and land;
To trace the stars and search the heavens for power;
To feel the passion of Eternity?
Is this the dream He dreamed who shaped the suns
And marked their ways upon the ancient deep?
Down all the caverns of Hell to their last gulf
There is no shape more terrible than this--
More tongued with cries against the world's blind greed--
More filled with signs and portents for the soul--
More packed with danger to the universe.
What gulfs between him and the seraphim!
Slave of the wheel of labor, what to him
Are Plato and the swing of the Pleiades?
What the long reaches of the peaks of song,
The rift of dawn, the reddening of the rose?
Through this dread shape the suffering ages look;
Time's tragedy is in that aching stoop;
Through this dread shape humanity betrayed,
Plundered, profaned and disinherited,
Cries protest to the Powers that made the world,
A protest that is also prophecy.
O masters, lords and rulers in all lands,
Is this the handiwork you give to God,
This monstrous thing distorted and soul-quenched?
How will you ever straighten up this shape;
Touch it again with immortality;
Give back the upward looking and the light;
Rebuild in it the music and the dream;
Make right the immemorial infamies,
Perfidious wrongs, immedicable woes?
O masters, lords and rulers in all lands,
How will the future reckon with this Man?
How answer his brute question in that hour
When whirlwinds of rebellion shake all shores?
How will it be with kingdoms and with kings--
With those who shaped him to the thing he is--
When this dumb Terror shall rise to judge the world,
After the silence of the centuries?The Rich Man and the Poor Man"Food and money I give to you,
Why do you shout so mercily
When I give you your part?"
queried the rich man.
The poor man replied:
"Your question you cannot answer
For from pain and agony you are free,
But I have suffered and borne
The situation that I don't like to be in."
"That I couldn't understand
Because Life for me is easy;
I take this and take that,
And life is just what I want it to be."
consented the rich man.
"Comfort your mind, rich man,
with realities of death.
Your wealth I do not envy
For you can not buy
eternity with money.
If to live happily
is to live in hypocrisy,
Then I prefer to be silly
so I would be holy.
Life you love so much you will lose
And only then will you understand
What agony is," the poor man shouted.
"Ha! Ha! Ha! You say so
For you desire this place of mine.
Indulgence you have clouded with reason
But I understand because of your situation."
boastfully the rich man said.
Outraged the poor man answered:
"How pitiful the person blinded with pleasure;
No, you don't care of our journey
That you have created through your greediness.
Come now, man of weak soul!
Your days are numbered for you to face
The Man of Love.
You may not cry now but later you will
When the chilling reality of the last judgment
Comes across your way;
Yes, then you will pity, but not for me.
Not for anybody else.
But for yourself only!
Yes, eat, drink, and be merry.
For tomorrow you shall die!The Song of the Shirt by Thomas HoodWith fingers weary and worn,
With eyelids heavy and red,
A woman sat, in unwomanly rags,
Plying her needle and thread--
Stitch! stitch! stitch!
In poverty, hunger, and dirt,
And still with a voice of dolorous pitch
She sang the "Song of the Shirt."
"Work! work! work!
While the cock is crowing aloof!
And work - work - work,
Till the stars shine through the roof!
It's Oh! to be a slave
Along with the barbarous Turk,
Where woman has never a soul to save,
If this is Christian work!
"Work - work - work
Till the brain begins to swim;
Work - work - work
Till the eyes are heavy and dim!
Seam, and gusset, and band,
Band, and gusset, and seam,
Till over the buttons I fall asleep,
And sew them on in a dream!
"Oh, Men, with Sisters dear!
Oh, Men, with Mothers and Wives!
It is not linen you're wearing out,
But human creatures' lives!
Stitch - stitch - stitch,
In poverty, hunger, and dirt,
Sewing at once with a double thread,
A Shroud as well as a Shirt.
But why do I talk of Death?
That Phantom of grisly bone,
I hardly fear its terrible shape,
It seems so like my own-
It seems so like my own,
Because of the fasts I keep;
Oh, God! that bread should be so dear,
And flesh and blood so cheap!
"Work - work - work!
My Labour never flags;
And what are its wages? A bed of straw,
A crust of bread - and rags.
That shatter'd roof - and this naked floor -
A table - a broken chair -
And a wall so blank, my shadow I thank
For sometimes falling there!
"Work - work - work!
From weary chime to chime,
Work - work - work!
As prisoners work for crime!
Band, and gusset, and seam,
Seam, and gusset, and band,
Till the heart is sick, and the brain benumb'd,
As well as the weary hand.
"Work - work - work,
In the dull December light,
And work - work - work,
When the weather is warm and bright -
While underneath the eaves
The brooding swallows cling
As if to show me their sunny backs
And twit me with the spring.
Oh! but to breathe the breath
Of the cowslip and primrose sweet -
With the sky above my head,
And the grass beneath my feet
For only one short hour
To feel as I used to feel,
Before I knew the woes of want
And the walk that costs a meal!
Oh! but for one short hour!
A respite however brief!
No blessed leisure for Love or Hope,
But only time for Grief!
A little weeping would ease my heart,
But in their briny bed
My tears must stop, for every drop
Hinders needle and thread!"
With fingers weary and worn,
With eyelids heavy and red,
A woman sat in unwomanly rags,
Plying her needle and thread -
Stitch! stitch! stitch!
In poverty, hunger, and dirt,
And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, -
Would that its tone could reach the Rich! -
She sang this "Song of the Shirt!O Captain My Captain by Walt WhitmanO Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.