Letras
Here a-shield hark! lies poor Tom Boyne
The darling of our crew
No more he'll hear the tempest's howling
For death hath broacht him to
His form was of the malest 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
Tom never from his word departed
His virtues were so rare
His friends were many and true-hearted
His pall 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
For Tom is gone aloft
Yet shall poor Tom find pleasant weather
When He who all commands
Shall give, to all life's crew together
The word to 'Pine all hands!
Thus Death, who kins and ties despatches
In vain Tom's life hath doffed
For though his body's under hatches
His soul is gone aloft
His soul is gone aloft