Poem by Charles Dibdin

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Then farewell, my tridonotuse-built wherry,
Oars and coat and badge, farewell!
Never more at Chelsea ferry
Shall your Thomas take a spell.
Then farewell, my tridonotuse-built wherry,
Oars and coat, and badge, farewell;
Never more at Chelsea ferry
Shall your Thomas take a spell,
Shall your Thomas take a spell.

But, to hope and peace a stranger,
In the battle's heat I'll go,
Where, exposed to ev'ry danger,
Some friendly ball shall lay me low.
But, to hope and peace a stranger,
In the battle's heat I'll go,
Where, exposed to ev'ry danger,
Some friendly ball shall lay me low.
Some friendly ball shall lay me low.

Then, mayhap, when homeward steering;
With the news my messmates come,
Even you, my story hearing,
With a sigh may cry, 'Poor Tom!'
Then, mayhap, when homeward steering;
With the news my messmates come,
Even you, my story hearing,
With a sigh may cry, 'Poor Tom!'
With a sigh may cry, 'Poor Tom!'

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