| Ever see someone do so well
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| That none could ever stop him
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| Commanding over the hardest swell
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| With no force or fault to top him
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| Well, under all and every word
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| Is hidden a woman or man
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| Who lights and inspires some higher desires
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| And allows him to do what he can
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| What power he has only I know
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| And now I have let my captain go
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| I was his true and he bade my fortune
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| And he leapt from on top of my shoulder
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| He could lead pure when my worship was sure
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| And many times even step bolder
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| He loved me and needed, saw trouble and greeted
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| For trouble is best met head on
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| What seems so distinguished became plainly vanquished
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| When I left to find life on my own
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| What power he has only I know
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| And now I have let my captain go
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| Now men laugh at him and say
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| That better men number in thousands
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| Nobody ever goes out of his way
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| To lessen his clowns as they crowd him
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| And I am nearby and I watch with a sigh
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| As my captain curls up like a cripple
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| And hope that he goes where nobody knows
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| Under sea and leaves not a ripple
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| What power he has only I know
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| And now I have let my captain go |