《Tom Bowling》歌词

[00:00:00] Tom Bowling - John Potter/London Baroque

[00:00:29] Here a sheer hulk lies poor Tom Bowling

[00:00:36] The darling of our crew

[00:00:43] No more he'll hear the tempest howling

[00:00:50] For death has broached him to

[00:00:57] His form was of the manliest beauty

[00:01:04] His heart was kind and soft

[00:01:11] Faithful below he did his duty

[00:01:19] And now he's gone aloft

[00:01:26] And now he's gone aloft

[00:01:49] Tom never from his word departed

[00:01:56] His virtues were so rare

[00:02:03] His friends were many and true hearted

[00:02:10] His Poll was kind and fair

[00:02:17] And then he'd sing so blithe and jolly

[00:02:25] Ah Many's the time and oft

[00:02:31] But mirth is turn'd to melancholy

[00:02:39] For Tom is gone aloft

[00:02:47] For Tom is gone aloft

[00:03:09] Yet shall poor Tom find pleasant weather

[00:03:17] When He who all commands

[00:03:24] Shall give to call life's crew together

[00:03:31] The word to pipe all hands

[00:03:38] Thus Death who kings and tars despatches

[00:03:45] In vain Tom's life hath doff'd

[00:03:52] For tho' his body's under hatches

[00:04:00] His soul is gone aloft

[00:04:07] His soul is gone aloft