[ Featuring Mark Wilde ]
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 too
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
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 doffed
For though his body's under hatches
His soul has gone aloft
His soul has gone aloft