Charles Dibdin

“ Ah! many's the time and oft,
But mirth is turn'd 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 hinds. ”

“ His form was of the manliest beauty;
His heart was kind and soft;
Faithful below he did his duty,
And now he's gone aloft. ”