Fathom the Bowl

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

Bring me the punch ladle, I'll fathom the bowl
I'll fathom the bowl, I'll fathom the bowl
Bring 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

Bring me the punch ladle, I'll fathom the bowl
I'll fathom the bowl, I'll fathom the bowl
Bring 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

Bring me the punch ladle, I'll fathom the bowl
I'll fathom the bowl, I'll fathom the bowl
Bring 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

Bring me the punch ladle, I'll fathom the bowl
I'll fathom the bowl, I'll fathom the bowl
Bring me the punch ladle, I'll fathom the bowl