Tom Bowline 

Lyrics courtesy of www.sailorsongs.com

Here a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowline,
The darling of our crew
No more he'll hear the tempest howling,
For death has broached him too.
His form was of the manliest beauty,
His heart was kind and soft
Faithful below, he did his duty
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 turned to melancholy
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 dispatches
In vain Tom's life has doff'd
For, though his body under hatches,
His soul has gone aloft 

Lyrics courtesy of www.sailorsongs.com