Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling, 
 The darling of our crew; 
 No more he'll hear the tempest howling, 
 For death has broach'd him to.
Tom Bowling
Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling, 
 The darling of our crew; 
 No more he'll hear the tempest howling, 
 For death has broach'd him to.
Tom Bowling