Tom Bowling

Song Tom Bowling
Artist Opera Babes
Album Silent Noon

Lyrics

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