By Charles Dibdin

[00:13:500]Here a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling
[00:20:700]The darling of our crew;
[00:27:000]No more he'll hear the tempest howling
[00:34:600]For death has broached him to.
[00:41:000]His form was of the manliest beauty, his heart was kind and soft;
[00:57:000]Faithful below, Tom did his duty
[01:04:100]And now he's gone aloft
[01:13:200]And now he's gone aloft

[01:30:000]Tom never from his word departed
[01:36:650]His virtues were so rare:
[01:43:500]His friends were many and true hearted
[01:49:700]His Poll was kind and fair;
[01:57:732]And then he'd sing so blithe and jolly
[02:05:000]Ah! Many's the time and oft;
[02:11:400]But mirth is turn'd to melancholy
[02:20:300]For Tom is gone aloft
[02:29:000]For Tom is gone aloft

[02:44:130]Yet shall poor Tom find pleasant weather
[02:51:677]When He who all commands
[03:00:000]Shall give, to call life's crew together
[03:07:000]The word to pipe all hands:
[03:15:000]Thus Death, who kings and tars despatches
[03:21:800]In vain Tom's life hath doff'd
[03:30:540]For tho' his body's under hatches
[03:39:600]His soul is gone aloft
[03:51:210]His soul is gone aloft

By Charles Dibdin
Here a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling
The darling of our crew;
No more he'll hear the tempest howling
For death has broached him to.
His form was of the manliest beauty, his heart was kind and soft;
Faithful below, Tom did his duty
And now he's gone aloft
And now he's gone aloft
Tom never from his word departed
His virtues were so rare:
His friends were many and true hearted
His Poll was kind and fair;
And then he'd sing so blithe and jolly
Ah! Many's the time and oft;
But mirth is turn'd to melancholy
For Tom is gone aloft
For Tom is gone aloft
Yet shall poor Tom find pleasant weather
When He who all commands
Shall give, to call life's crew together
The word to pipe all hands:
Thus Death, who kings and tars despatches
In vain Tom's life hath doff'd
For tho' his body's under hatches
His soul is gone aloft
His soul is gone aloft