H. DE MARSAN, PUBLISHER. 54 CHATHAM STREET. N.Y. TOY BOOKS, PAPER DOLLS MOTTO VERSES, &c
Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling,
The darling of our crew!
No more he’ll hear the tempest howling:
For, Death has brought him to!
His form was of the manlicst beauty,
His heart was kind and soft!
Faithful below, he did his duty,
And, now, he is 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 sung so blythe and jolly!
Ah! many’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 pipe, all hands!
Thus Death, who Presides now in dispatehes,
In vain Tom’s life has doff’d;
For, tho’ his body’s under hatches,
His soul has gone aloft.