Come all you bold heroes, give an ear to my song And well sing in the praise of good brandy and rum There's a clear crystal fountain near England shall roll Give me the punch ladle, I'll fathom the bowl I'll fathom the bowl, I'll fathom the bowl Give me the punch ladle, I'll fathom the bowl From France we do get brandy, from Jamaica comes rum Sweet oranges and apples from Portugal come But stout and strong cider are England's control Give me the punch ladle, I'll fathom the bowl I'll fathom the bowl, I'll fathom the bowl Give me the punch ladle, I'll fathom the bowl My wife she do disturb me when I'm laid at my ease She does as she likes and she says as she please My wife, she's a devil, she's black as the coal Give me the punch ladle, I'll fathom the bowl I'll fathom the bowl, I'll fathom the bowl Give me the punch ladle, I'll fathom the bowl My father he do lie in the depths of the sea With no stone at his head but what matters for he There's a clear crystal fountain, near England shall roll Give me the punch ladle, I'll fathom the bowl. I'll fathom the bowl, I'll fathom the bowl Give me the punch ladle, I'll fathom the bowl