140 sAvx?, ?o?os. TO? BOWLINg. HE?-, a ?heer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowlii?, The darling of our crew; No more he'll hear the tempest howling, For death has broach'd him too; His form w?z of the.manliest beauty, His heart .we8 kind and ?oft.; Faithful below he did his duty, And now he's gone aloft. Tom never from his word departed, His virtue? 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 turn'd to melancholy, For Tom i, gone aloft. Yet shall poor Tom find plea?mt weather, When He who all commands, Shall give, to call life's crew together, The word to pipe all hands. Thus dear,h., who kings and tars despatches, In vain tom's life ha? do?d, For though his body's under hatches, His soul i? gone aloft. TOM I?IALLIARD. Now the rage of l?ttlo. ended, And the foe for mercy Call, Death no more in ?moke and thund? Rode. ?pon the vengeful ball; Yet, what brave and loyal heroes Saw the sun of morning bright Ah! condenm'd by cruel fortune, No'or to ?ee the st?r of night. D,g,t,ze0?Goo?l�
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