Aboard, At A Ship'S Helm, A Young Steersman, Steering With Care. A Bell Through Fog On A Sea-Coast Dolefully Ringing, An Ocean-Bell--O A Warning Bell, Rock'D By The Waves. O You Give Good Notice Indeed, You Bell By The Sea-Reefs Ringing, Ringing, Ringing, To Warn The Ship From Its Wreck-Place. For, As On The Alert, O Steersman, You Mind The Bell'S Admonition, The Bows Turn,--The Freighted Ship, Tacking, Speeds Away Under Her Gray Sails, The Beautiful And Noble Ship, With All Her Precious Wealth, Speeds Away Gaily And Safe. But O The Ship, The Immortal Ship! O Ship Aboard The Ship! O Ship Of The Body--Ship Of The Soul--Voyaging, Voyaging, Voyaging.