Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
John Potter
Tenor
Lucie Skeaping
Vocals
The Broadside Band
Ensemble
Deborah Roberts
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Charles Dibdin
Composer
Songteksten
Here a sheer hulk lies poor Tom Bowdoin
The darling of our crew
No more he'll hear the tempest howling
For death has broached him too
His form was of a 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
And merry'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 'Pike all hands'
Thus death who kings and tars dispatches
In vain Tom's life has doffed
For though his body his hand attaches
His soul is gone aloft
Written by: Charles Dibdin