My old friend Tom;
My right arm;
I still see you, the sparkle in your eye;
I still hear you, your sympathetic sigh;
My old friend Tom;
You were the Earl,
You were the pearl.
My old friend Tom,
Could spin a yarn;
He could conjure, with every line he wrote;
Picture painter, would cover with one coat;
My old friend Tom;
You were the Earl,
You were the pearl.
My old friend Tom,
Now, you're gone;
I'll remember, that smile upon your face;
And the ember, you stoked with your embrace;
My old friend Tom;
You were the Earl,
You were the pearl.