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